2 comments/ 30088 views/ 1 favorites By the Time I Get to Phoenix By: buxomy44DD After days of planning and wondering whether it was really going to happen, I finally got plane tickets in the mail. I immediately made reservations for the Pointe Hilton resort for two nights. I was getting wet just thinking about the upcoming trip. I quickly got on line and order some sexy underthings. I didn't think I would need many because I wasn't certain how much we were going outside the room and I didn't feel I would be dressed much in the room. I got my package just the day before I left and when I modeled my selections I was pleased. I drove to Denver to catch the plane and changed where I left my car. I carefully put on a new bra and new panties. They were sexy but I wasn't sure if Jack would mind that I had them on or not. The upside was that he would like them and the downside was that he would make me take them off then later spank me for disobeying him. I sorry, did I say there was a downside? Even though it was late in the fall, I wore a yellow dress that buttoned all the way down. I left enough buttons opened at the top to show some cleavage. I buttoned the bottom completely but would be unbuttoning them before I met up with him for the first time. I think my intent for the weekend was tattooed on my forehead as I turned more guys' heads in the airport than this fat old broad had ever turned before. I had on a small heel but I was still dressed for sex and it showed. My nipples were hard and they pointed through the thin summer styled dress. When I got on the airplane, it was nearly full. I had a middle seat next to me open and I was hoping that it would stay that way. But it was not to be. A man about my age with his laptop and luggage in hand made the young guy on the outside get up while he took the middle seat. He smiled at me and apologized. His connection had been delayed and his first class seat had been given away. It was this or miss the plane. "No problem, I didn't buy two seats," I replied. After he got settled we exchanged the usual pleasantries. He was returning home to Phoenix from a business trip. He traveled regularly and he had been in Philadelphia. Since those were my old stomping grounds we talked about Philly for awhile. He then asked where I was headed. I pretty much told him the truth. I was coming to Phoenix to meet this guy I had met on the Internet and I was looking forward to a weekend of fun. My honesty caught him off guard and he smiled and told me to enjoy myself. With that, I turned towards the window, put a pillow in the corner and tried to catch a nap. In my dreams I dreamed of the time Jack and I would have together. In my dreams I was very wet and as I came to consciousness, I realized that my hand was on the crotch of my seatmate and one of his fingers was inside me. He had opened the buttons and wormed his hand between my legs. Thinking I was in my dream, I guess I had given him access. No wonder I was so hot. His suit jacket was over the two of us and no one could see. My nipples stood out even further and as I opened my eyes, I saw him watching me with a leer on his face. As he recognized my eyes were opening, he picked up the pace with his finger and before I knew it, I was cumming. He reached through his jacket and forced my hand to give his cock a squeeze. Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "If I was meeting you for the first time, I would be soo turned on to smell your sexy smell, I decided to help your man out. Now he will see you and smell you and I am sure he will want you bad too. I know I do. With that, the bells buzzed and we were preparing to land. I was sorry he took the edge off but in some ways, it would allow me to focus on Jack's needs as oppose to my own. The stranger's confidence in my sexuality, something that I lacked, helped to give me strength to go for the gusto this weekend. I quickly straighten myself up, applied lipstick, and prepared to meet Jack. I walked to the baggage claim area. I had not checked luggage because I didn't want the delay and I didn't think I needed that much. So I began looking for my dream man. He was waiting for me just as I walked into the baggage area. I recognized him from his picture. He had a handsome face, glasses, dark hair, a semi-serious look on his face and he was carrying a single peach rose. He had on a pair of navy blue pants, a crisp white shirt with a small blue pinstripe, and a navy tie. Oh he looked great. I saw him before he recognized me so I stopped and just gazed for a second. He looked like a man who could have his way if he wanted it. That was what I was looking for. I had had enough of men who relied on me to give them strength. I wanted to be the weak one for a change. Not incapable, just dominated. The rose said it all. It meant he was not self-centered or unwilling to treat me like a person but knew what I wanted and enjoyed the same thing. This was going to be a wonderful weekend. I could already tell. I started moving towards him and then he saw me. His face lit up and a big smile appeared. I had unbuttoned a couple of bottom buttons of my dress before getting this far in the airport, so he could see my thighs as I walked and thanks to my new bra, my breasts jutted out in front of me. I wondered what hello would be. I quickly found out. He handed me the rose, took my case from me and then drew me in close for a deep passionate kiss. There was no getting to know you needed here. He had what he wanted and he knew how to take it. While he was kissing me, he ran his hands down my back. He drew back from the kiss and leaned into my ear. "You look wonderful enough to eat, you smell delicious, and why are you wearing panties? Go find a restroom and take them off. I will wait here with your stuff for you." I smiled, knowing that I had made a very right decision. I grabbed my small handbag and without saying a word, I went in search of a restroom. I found one, quickly slipped off my underwear, slid my new juiced up panties in my handbag, did a quick wipe to make sure my juices of earlier didn't soak through my dress, and quickly found him again in the same spot. This time, he took me slowly into his arms and gave me a hug and several small quick kisses. Running his hands down my ass, he murmured his approval. He then moved his hands up my sides and pressed my breasts towards his chest. His sigh was a signal that he was pleased. I was thrilled. My new lover was everything I had thought about him being. He grabbed my case, put his arm around my waist, and pulled me towards the door. We made small talk as we walked. It was if my lover and I had been together forever and I was returning home from some routine trip as opposed to the fact we had never met before in person. I knew his heart and his soul. I was going to find that soul this weekend. He pulled me towards the taxi line. I questioned him about his car. He responded that he had already been to the resort, left his car and then gotten a cab over to the airport because he hadn't wanted to be burdened by driving when I first got here. He got a limo, not a real one but a Town Car that had a big comfortable back seat. The driver opened the rear door and then put my luggage in the trunk. Jack helped me in the car and as I crawled in, I didn't worry if I gave him a show. He crawled in behind me and then moved me towards the driver's side while he took the middle. He gave the driver directions and then pulled me into his arms. Kissing me over and over again, he ran his hands freely around my body. He had sat me behind the driver and I wondered if Jack cared that the driver was watching us as much as he was the road. I guess I realized I didn't really care. He unbuttoned a couple of more buttons on the top of my dress and he peaked in and whistled appreciatively. "Oh yes, he said. I am going to enjoy each cubic inch of these babies." He then ran his hand up under my dress and to my pussy. "I see you didn't shave before you came," he questioned. "I was going to let you do it." I responded. "That is fine," he said "but the disobedience is going to cost you." "I don't remember you telling me to shave." I challenged. "Oh my poor baby, are you already challenging my authority over you?" He asked. I suddenly realized this was exactly what I wanted and now I was getting it. How did it feel? Could I handle this? About that time, he kissed my neck and ran his hands down my dress and squeezed my breast. Finding my nipple bare from my new shelf bra, he smiled, sighed and squeezed it. Glancing up to see what type of a show we were giving the driver, he smiled when he saw that the driver was watching us intently. We were sitting in slow traffic and the driver had all the time in the world to stare. Jack then kissed me deeply and for a minute or more. He then whispered. "Our safe word is Nebraska, okay?" I nodded. "Good! Now you promised me you would trust me not to hurt you right?" Again I nodded. "And we are neither one are somewhere where we will be recognized, so just relax and enjoy the experience." I gulped wondering what he was going to next but soon found out. He nuzzled my neck, kissed it and my throat. His hands continued to wander freely. He reaches around my neck and gently removes the necklace that I had on to draw attention to my cleavage. He unhooked it, withdrew it from my neck, reconnected it, and then handed it to me. He leans back and reaches into his pocket. He withdrew something that I could not see and then returned to kissing me. Then he began kissing my eyes, my checks, my ears. He placed his hands around my neck and I felt metal clinking and felt the cold of a wider metal object on my neck. "There," he says. "I love it. You are now really mine. It is classy and looks like jewelry but we know what it truly is, don't we?" I felt for it and it seemed classy. I could not see it and didn't want to look up into the rearview mirror because I didn't watch to catch the eye of the driver whom I'm sure was still looking. Jack kissed me again, more deeply than in the last few minutes. He ran his tongue throughout my mouth, exploring and investigating. I felt him moving again and realize he had something else in his pocket he has extracted. He stops the kiss suddenly and then began to kiss down my neck and onto my chest. He opened another couple of buttons on the dress and pulled it back to reveal my bra and my nipples. He then reveals what is in his hand -- Nipple clamps with a chain between them and weights. As the traffic is starting to clear and the vehicle picks ups speed, he quickly attaches one clamp to the nipple closest to him, adjusting it for tightness It is the first time I have worn nipple clamps and I moan with something between pleasure and pain. He then attaches the other, dropping the chain between them. Staring at his handiwork, he again catches the driver's eye. He pulls the chain downward to see them tug on my breasts. I let out a yelp and he quickly kisses me and closes up the buttons that had opened my breasts to him. He then places my hand on his crotch. I feel a hard pounding between his trousers. I gently squeeze realizing that he has not asked me to do anything to him and now there likely isn't time before we arrive at the Hilton. As the limo makes a turn into the resort, he glances at me to see if I meet his approval and he smiles and nods. "You look beautiful sweetie, and you are all mine." He touches my collar/choker as if to remind both of us of our commitment to each other. My hand is still stroking the outside of his pants. He kisses the top of my forehead and removes my hand. "There will be plenty of time for this later. Let's go Mlady." With that, he reach in to help me from the car, I was trying to keep my legs together to keep from showing I had no underwear on and he was intent on catching my dress to give the driver a little more show. The driver retrieved my bag from the truck, handed it to Jack and then told him $5. Jack said, "No way, man. It was more than that in a cab." The Hispanic man responded in broken English, "See, no meter! Five Dollars! Haven't seen that good of show in the theatre. I take you back to airport on Sunday?" Jack handed him a $10 and responded, "Thanks man, keep the change. We will be checking out late in the afternoon." The driver handed him a card and told him to just call that number and request the number on the card. He would come take us back. Hearing this exchange both embarrassed me and excited me. I glanced down to see how much the nipple clamps were visible. I really couldn't tell but I was guessing that if you were looking for them, they were visible. Jack slid his arm around my waist and ushered us into the lobby of the Pointe Hilton resort. We went to the desk and I announced that I had a reservation in my name. The young male desk clerk was giving me a once over. I didn't know whether he could see the nipple clamps or was just smelling the sex I was clearly sending out but he was definitely giving us the once over. Jack's hand slid down my back and was gently rubbing my ass. I looked around to see if anyone else was in the lobby but it was empty. As the desk clerk was preparing my room key, he asked if I needed one card or two. Jack quickly responded – "Just one! I am not going to let this little lady out of my sight this weekend." The desk clerk muttered, "I'll bet not, I wouldn't if I had a hot piece either." He began to hand me my key card and Jack quickly shot his hand forward and took the card. The desk clerk looked at me and found no concern so he busied himself with the remainder of the paperwork. As he handed me my folder with the room number, he opened it to show me a couple of comps – one for a private cabana room at the pool, good for anytime this weekend and another for a massage for two which we would need to reserve. I smiled and thanked him. He glanced down my cleavage and mumbled he was happy to assist. With that, we ventured off to our room for the weekend. IF you like it – there is more to cum! By the Time I Get to Phoenix Ch. 02 Jack and I walked to the elevator. He was carrying his luggage which he had retrieved from the concierge and pulling mine. He was walking just a slight bit behind me. I thought it was because he was struggling with the luggage. I turned to ask him if I could help him. "No, just keep walking. I love the view." He growled. I pushed the elevator up button and one opened immediately. Glass fronted into the lobby and mirrored ceilings, I was amazed that people didn't use this all the time for a quick fantasy. Great minds think alike as the moment the doors closed, Jack punchs the number 6, just one from the top and then pulls me into his arms for a kiss. As he kisses me, he slides my skirt up to rub my ass and in doing so, shows my ass to everyone who is looking up from below. The doors open and he slowly releases me, gathers our luggage and proceeds to our room. The room is beautifully appointed but he is scouting locations I can tell. I was looking at the beautiful furnishings. We had a King size suite which had a living room with small bar kitchen, a luxurious bath and a bedroom with a King bed with black iron canopy and a balcony beyond that. I had thoroughly checked this place out on the internet and knew he would be pleased. The desk was just high enough to get me in right position, the metal frame canopy would be a delight, and the balcony would provide some interesting entertainment. Not to mention that the pool had a waterfalls, a swim up bar, and some secluded areas away from the general sunbathing area. With our comp'ed cabana, we would have a great day tomorrow. Jack came back into the room and growled as he kissed me deeply. "This is perfect, M'lady. We will have a wonderful weekend here. But first we have to get your properly prepared. Where is your shaving stuff?" "I couldn't bring it – remember – the new airport rules." "Shit!" he exclaimed. "Okay, well then, let's go. There is a Wal-Mart a few blocks away. That should have what we need." We retraced our route downstairs, including the elevator antics and then to his car. I glanced at his car; it wasn't what I had expected him to be driving. It was an upscale Buick sedan and he seemed more like the SUV type. I commented, "Nice car." "Not mine, I borrowed it from my neighbors for the weekend, actually they wanted my truck for a move and I was thrilled to get the sedan because I have plans." He opened the door and helped me into the passenger's side and then got behind the driver's seat. He pulled up the middle compartment space, creating a bench seat. With that he placed his arm to my shoulders and encouraged me into the middle near him. I slid over and he then the started the car and pulled onto the main road. He placed his arm around my shoulders and began to stroke the top of my breast through my dress. "Open another button or two." He commanded. "Up or down," I questioned. Grinning, he replied, "Both." I looked at him to be certain that was what he wanted and he nodded. The open buttons on the top opened all my cleavage to the world and the bottom buttons were just about 2 inches below my crotch. Reaching back around, he searched for the chain on my nipple clamps, which had been on there for so long now I had about forgotten about them. He found the chain and tugged several times. A mix of pain and pleasure shot through my body. I groaned. He smiled. He patted his crotch and I could see the bulge there. I asked him if he was hurting. He responded that he had been hurting for days now thinking of this weekend. I reach down and place my hand on the bulge and squeezed gently and caressingly. He asked me to show him my nipples. I pushed the dress away to show him my stiff nipples. They had gotten hard in the elevator and just refused to go down. The nipple clamps were really pinching now because of that. A truck in the right lane honked. Jack grinned and waved. The trucker reached out through the window and jerked his fist several times as if to tell Jack to keep it up. I turned red with embarrassment. Moments later, we pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot. I started to button up and Jack growled, "Leave them alone. You can cover up but not button up." The little old lady at the entrance looked at me as if I was a whore from downtown who dared to enter her store. Jack just swatted my behind and laugh diabolically. We went straight to the health and beauty section. Jack picked out a razor, a vibrating trimmer, and some shaving gel. He then took me to the cosmetic department. While he had kissed my lipstick completely off, he didn't like the color that I had worn off the plane. He purchased a new light red lipstick and a nail polish to match. He also picked up some wipes that were like baby wipes but weren't. I wore an all day lipstick but what he had chosen needed to be reapplied regularly. I asked him if he would prefer to get another brand that was more like my own. He swatted my ass again and told me that he knew exactly what he was doing. He liked lipstick fresh and he liked to see where my mouth had been. With that, he handed me the tube and told me to apply it as he wanted to see what it looked like. I did as I was told. We were standing near the end of an aisle when this exchange took place. A big muscle bound grease ball of a man had watched us and as he passed, he commented to Jack, "Way to go, Man, I know a slut when I see one and it looks like you have this one completely under control." I was mortified. While privately that is what I had wanted, I had never expected it to be so public. My face turned crimson and I wanted to hide behind Jack and drop into the basement that we all know Wal-Mart doesn't have. Jack's response was caviler. "Some are easier to train than others. This one is pretty obedient." With that he nudged me further down the aisle and then murmured in my ear. "I am sorry, Sweetie, there is just no accounting for some people's manners. You are not only obedient, you are beautiful and delightful and much more than a plaything!" He then nibbled my ear and moved me along towards the check out. After checking out and returning to the car, I immediately slid into the middle. This time, he motioned for me to move back into the passenger side of the car. I was confused for a moment and didn't know what to say. He maneuvered the car out of the parking lot and back on to the highway. As the car reached its cruising speed, he reached down and undid the zipper of his pants. He then pulled me down across the seat and put my head in his lap. I reached around with my hand and began to fish out the hard cock that I had been waiting several months to visit with personally. It pulsed in my hand, hard and throbbing. It was still a little light out but I wasn't too concerned about getting caught on this highway. As if he could read my mind, Jack turned on the driver's map light which illuminated my location in his lap. He took a hand and pressed my head further into his lap. I could smell his musky man scent that smell like a cock that had been hot for awhile. I opened my mouth and licked the head of his cock. I moaned a sigh of pleasure. He bucked his hips into my mouth even more. I began to try to swallow as much of him as I could. He was of average length but his width sure put a strain on my mouth. I could feel the head of him as it touched the back of the throat. I worked on him for a few minutes enjoying the feel of cock in my mouth and he moaned to display the pleasure he was feeling. I felt the car as it swung off the highway and into the hotel parking lot. Parking near the front again and under a light, he moaned. "Okay, slut, you are going to finish me off for the first time right here. That is your punishment for smelling like sex when you got off the plane. I don't know what you did on there but you weren't supposed to touch yourself from the time we last talked until you got here. Remember?" I nodded as best as I could with a mouthful of cock and kept right on. He grabbed the back of my hair and moved my head up and down faster than I had been going. He was so hot and so on fire from anticipation, that within a couple of minutes of going at his pace, I felt his ball sac tighten. "Okay, bitch, take it, take it all." He groaned. And with that, he let forth a blast of cum that just slid down my throat. He blasted so hard that I hardly had to swallow at all. He jerked and spasmed several more times and I tried to catch every drop. A drop got on my mouth and as he pulled me up, he used his finger, wiped it and inserted his finger in my mouth to let me clean it off. As he closed himself up, I glanced in the mirror and saw that my hair was all a mess and my lipstick was now ruined – probably left behind on one now softening cock. I reached into my bag to grab the tube and replace it. Jack spoke sharply, "No, leave it. Let them guess what we've been up to." "It won't take much guessing with me looking like this." I retorted. "Are you arguing with me?" He questioned "No! No, sir." I replied, more meekly than previously. "Good, my sweet. I knew you knew your place." He chided gently. As we returned to the room, he repeated all of the previous ministrations. He was waiting for us to get caught in the elevator. I knew he was. As we entered the room, I asked him what our plans were for dinner. He replied that we had reservations for 8:30 in one of the dining rooms there on the property. It was upscale and had an excellent reputation but he had never eaten there and so he was anxious to do so. As we still had about 45 minutes before dinner, I wondered what his plans were. DO YOU WANT TO FIND OUT? Stay tuned. By the Time I Get to Phoenix Ch. 03 "Well, M'lady, I believe we have some business to finish." He announced. With that, he moved towards me, as I stood in the middle of the living room of the suite, and gently began to unbutton the several remaining buttons on my dress. Slipping it off my shoulders, he let it drop casually to the floor. That left me naked except for my bra with nipple clamps hanging between tits. He moved around behind me, unsnapped my bra and pulled it from my shoulders and flung it towards the couch. The mirror behind the bar showed this handsome man still fully dressed with his hands uplifting my breasts and gently squeezing them. "Oh I have dreamed of the day I would have this handful in my hands." He whispered. He squeezed again and again watching in the mirror as the chain danced with his efforts. Feeling foolish in heels alone, I kicked off my shoes and stood naked before the mirror. He then turned me around and commented, " I think I might be overdressed – what do you think?" Horny at this point and hoping for some relief, I answered, "Yes, I believe you are." 'I agree." He responded. "Stand right there. I will be right back." Disappointed that he was going to undress without my viewing it, I gave a pout and agreed to stand there. He trotted to the bedroom and returned moments later with no visible change. He stood in front of me and said, "Take off my tie and unbutton my shirt." I quickly did as I was told. Loosening the knot on his tie, I pulled it free of his shirt collar and then quickly began unbutton his shirt. As I got to the button where his shirt was tucked in, I pulled it free and released the last couple of buttons. "Unbuckle my belt and my pants button." He commanded. I complied. With that, he snatched my hand and pushed me back around again. I felt a cold metal band being placed against my wrist. I heard the handcuff snap shut. With that he grabbed my other wrist and secured it with the other behind my back. The handcuffs behind me made my tits pop forward and he grinned into the mirror as he saw the effect. He reached up and pulled the chain of the nipple clamps which once again sent renewed shivers right to my pussy. He turned me back towards him and said, "Finish undressing me." I must have looked perplexed as he responded, "You still have your hands and your mouth you know – you will just have to be inventive." Grinning at the predicament that he had put me in, I proceeded to use my mouth to remove his shirt from his shoulders. He was helpful as I struggled but he still made me struggle. With his shirt off, I proceeded to his pants. I turned around and tried to get my fingers on the zipper of his fly but he danced out of my way and generally let me know that was not what he wanted to see. With that message received, I dropped to my knees and using my tongue to expose the zipper tab, I finally caught it with my teeth. The movement of my face against his crotch had start growth inside his trousers. The more I struggled, the harder this was going to be. My teeth had a decent hold on the tab but the pressure against the zipper made for very slow movement. It seemed to take forever to get the fly opened completely. As I did, his bulging dick sprang through the opening. I couldn't help but nuzzle a moment before trying to completely remove his pants. I again move my mouth against the tops of the pants and after just a few seconds of effort, the trousers tumbled over his hips and fell to the ground. He quickly stepped through them. It was at this time that realized while he was in the bedroom getting the handcuffs; he had also removed his shoes and socks. He was now naked but for a pair of knit boxer/briefs which showed a definite bulge. I noticed my red lipstick from earlier was smudged around the opening. Rather than go for the hips, I thought I would enjoy myself and tantalize him a bit and try from the front. I used my teeth to grab the waistband of his boxers directly over the bulge. He was bulging enough that the waistband had pulled away from his waist anyway. I moved them down and over his engorged cock, using my nose to quickly stroke his pubic hair and cock. Getting the waist band over his cock and then under it and one of his balls, I left it in place and asked him to turn around. As he did, I noticed how delightfully delicious his cock looked pressed upwards from the strain of the waist band. I then proceeded to grab the back of the waistband with my mouth and scooted it down his ass using my chin and mouth. As I went I buried my nose in his crack and wiggled, just for the hell of it. I heard him moan with pleasure and approval. Asking him to turn around again, his hard cock now bobbed at my face, I encircled it with my mouth and began to suck when he stopped me and said, "I wish, sweetie but we have things to do before our reservations." I moaned my disappointment, but I let his cock slide from my mouth and completed the job quickly. He helped me back up from my knees and then led me to the bathroom with my hands still secured behind me. As I stood, he cleared the long marble counter from all of the toiletries. He then helped me to get up on the counter and urged me down towards the sink. He propped one leg up across the mirror and dropped one off the side. I was uncomfortable laying on my hands and the cold metal cuffs but he seemed not to be concerned. My pussy was now just at the edge of the basin. He reached into the bag he had purchased earlier and withdrew the trimmer. He installed the batteries and chose a tight setting. Turning it on, he pressed right at the base of my pussy lips. The vibration caused me to jump and he laughed. He used the trimmers completely pushing all the clippings into the basin. Once I was trimmed, he took a washcloth, wet it with very hot water and gently wiped down my pubic region. Rinsing the hair from the sink, he ran a bowl full of hot water and spread the shaving gel throughout. He meticulously shaved every inch of my pubic hair and then washed me with the hot water. Upon completion of that, he spread gel through my nether lips and gently completed shaving me there as well. I was soon bald as a baby. After washing me off, he helped me up and then asked me to lie back down on my stomach in the same position. At this time, he inspected me from a different angle and touched up the few spots he had missed due to visibility. Jack had me scoot down just a little farther so my pussy was actually over the basin. He picked up something from the basin and I heard a cap pop open. The next thing I knew I had warm oil being massaged into my newly shaved skin. I felt his hard cock bump against my leg. I wanted so bad to touch it with my hand or my mouth, but he left me wanting badly. He had been concentrating on his shaving duties but as he finished he noticed my plump ass sticking straight up at him. He couldn't help but lay several slaps on my behind. The first two I was quiet for but the third and forth stung a bit and I yelped. He laughed and said. "Oh, you have a lot to learn. Okay, baby, and you really look like my baby down there, let's get you up and dressed for dinner." With that, he unlocked the cuffs and removed them from my wrists. My wrists were sore and indented from the strain but none the worse for the wear. I don't know why he needed to handcuff me for that because it was wonderful and I would have let him do it without any restraint necessary. "I am going to leave you alone to get dressed. Remember the rules – no panties. Little makeup, do your nails in the polish I bought, wear the lipstick and bring it with you for refreshing throughout the evening." With that, he gathered his own clothes from his luggage, closed the door, and left me to my own to dress. It had taken me awhile but I had found the perfect dress. It was red, was a low cut wrap across the bust, with a fake tie on the side that then flared out into a full skirt. It has a small cap sleeve and a shawl that went around my shoulders. I had sprung for red heels and had a red push up bra on under the dress that gave me a full cleavage. Not wanting to upset Jack, I had left the nipple clamps in place which by this time had become routine it their tightness and just stuff them around the bra. I know he didn't want me to wear panties so I used a thin red garter belt with thigh high hose. I quickly polished my too short nails and then I carefully applied a light touch of makeup and fragrance, brushed my short hair into place and applied the lipstick that had gotten me into trouble at the Wal-Mart. I was just finishing my make-up when he knocked at the door. "Baby, it is time for us to leave, are you nearly ready?" "Yes, sir, I am" I replied, adding the final touches. I picked up my handbag and opened the door. He whistled softly and exclaimed, "Wow, you look fantastic. Come here and give me a twirl. He pulled me into the living area and then set me out to turn for him. My skirt gently flowed out from my body but not enough to give him the peek I think he was hoping for. "Yozza!" He commented. "Let me see underneath that." I twirled again for the effect and lift my skirt to help it as I showed him my newly bared pussy and naked ass. He could see the straps from my garter belt and made no comment so I think I had succeeded in meeting his expectations. "Oh, yeah, sweetheart! This is going to be the longest dinner on record." Not understanding, I ask, "Why?" "Because all I am going to want to do it get you back up here and out of that thing so every moment that I have to wait is going to be an eternity." "Wow," I thought. I don't think anyone has ever made me feel so desirable. I looked at him and he had on a dark charcoal suit with a small pinstripe, a white French cuff shirt, and a maroon patterned tie. He looked dynamite himself. He had a matching pocket scarf in his suit jacket. He smelled of woodsy, musky cologne and I really wanted to just stay in his arms forever. As a gentleman would, he offered me his arm and out of the room we went towards our dinner reservations across the property. He was every bit the gentleman as we entered the elevator. He whispered in my ear, "I would ravage you here but I want to be the envy of the place by keeping you just this beautiful for our dinner tonight. As we walked through the lobby, he took my hand. The desk clerk looked up and his mouth almost visibly watered again. This boy was definitely being tortured by my cleavage. Other men in the lobby turned their heads. Jack walked proudly by my side and I felt like a million bucks. I may be big women but tonight I really did feel beautiful, from my fresh shaved pussy to my size 44DDD breasts. I liked feeling like I belong to the handsome man who made me feel so gorgeous and I loved being submissive to his desires. I couldn't wait for the rest of the weekend, the start had been fabulous. We entered the restaurant and the maitre'd immediately meet us. I could have imagined it but he looked like he was leering as well. I loved the way I felt. I don't know how I looked from someone else's point of view, but I felt sexy as hell. He guided us to a small intimate horseshoe shaped booth in a private room away from the hubbub of the kitchen and the front of house. Jack ushered me into the bench seat and slid in next to me. We were soon huddled in the curl of the horseshoe right next to each other. While there wasn't room to eat at the table like this, it was nice to be snuggled up against him for the moment. The maitre 'd handed us a thick leather bound menu, told us our waiter would be right with us, and took once last leer before turning away. Jack dropped his arm around my shoulder and leaned his lips to my cheek and gave me a light kiss before whispering, "God, you are a sexy woman. I wish I could live on love alone. I want you badly!" With that he let his left hand drift quickly and lightly over the top of my exposed cleavage. As if right on cue, our waiter appeared at our table. He was an older man in his early 50's and not unhandsome and obviously very professional. "Would Madam and Sir like something from the bar to start with?" He asked. Jack answered, "We would like two shots of vodka each, a cosmopolitan for m'lady and a Manhattan on the rocks for me, please. And would you please bring us an order of oysters on the half shell and some hot sauce as well." "Very well!" He replied, his eyes darting to my dress and demeanor. You could almost see his wheels turning as he wondered what he would get to see this evening. "Shots and Oysters?" I asked inquisitively. "Yes, a very sexy combination. Our waiter recognized it at once. Didn't you see the recognition of where this night was heading?" He responded. "I thought it was what he saw before he came to the table and the obvious way I was dressed." As he proceeds to answer, Jack gently strokes my neck and runs his fingers over the neckline of my dress and back to my checks and face again. "Oh, that might have helped, but Oyster shots are a world known symbol of what a man has planned for the evening." "Okay, I'll bite! Why?" "First, the shots get a woman loosened up -- not that I need to do that to you I believe, but, alcohol is long known as a lead up to sex. And oysters are legendary as an aphrodisiac, plus the ability of a woman to handle an oyster shot is an excellent indication of whether she will be able to swallow later on." I looked puzzled but before I could ask any more questions, our waiter had reappeared at our table with four shots of vodka and 2 empty glasses slightly larger than a shot glass and a plate of oysters on the half shell, with horseradish, hot sauce and lemon slices attractively arranged. Jack quickly slid an oyster into the empty glass, took a demitasse spoon and lifted a small amount of horseradish, dumped it in the glass, added a bit of hot sauce, squeezed a lemon slice in before dumping the shot of vodka into the glass. He then set it aside and completed the next one. He handed me the glass and then pick the other up for himself. "Okay, my sweet, let's see how you do. One, two, three." With that we both lifted the glass to our mouths and I let the contents of the glass slide right down the back of my throat. The minute I felt the oyster touch my tongue and throat, I understood exactly what Jack meant. If you could swallow that whole oyster, you could swallow the cum that a man would dump down your throat when he ejaculated into your mouth. The texture was very similar. As we both set our glasses down, Jack leaned into me and kissed me deeply. When he did finally pull away, he murmured, "I am proud of my girl. You did good! Did you like it?" "Uh uh. And now I understand what you meant. It felt exactly like I was swallowing your...." He kissed me again and then replied, 'I knew you would handle that well. I just knew you would. Would you like another?" "Sure." I replied as he began developing the concoction again. This time when he finished the two of them, he handed me the glass and told me to wait a minute. He then downed his in a gulp and replaced his glass. "Now," he commanded. "I want to watch you swallow that and dream of later." I picked up the glass and took a deep breath to gain courage and brought the glass to my lips. As I started to down the second one, I felt his hands stroke my hair and my neck in a sensuous gesture. The alcohol hadn't even had time to hit my system but just the connection between what I was doing and what was to come had gotten my libido riled up again. The waiter then appeared with our regular drinks and Jack asked him to bring two more shots as there were two more oysters remaining on the platter. The waiter smiled this time and quickly turned to comply. I was thinking – three shots of vodka and a regular drink – I won't even be awake to know what is happening tonight. I started to get concerned but before I could get too concerned the two shots started to hit my empty stomach and I no longer cared. Before completing our third round of oyster shots together, the waiter took our dinner orders. Jack asked me a few questions about what I liked and then ordered a Chilean Sea Bass with mango chutney for me and a Broiled Salmon with Fire sauce for himself. By now the shots and the small sips of my drink were starting to go to my head. Jack had played with the neckline of my dress and now was plunging my neckline even lower than it already was. As he dug his fingers into my bra, he found the chain for the nipple clamps. He smiled when he found it and exclaimed, "I was hoping you had not taken matters into your own hands and remove the clamps. Just as you are punished for disobedience, you shall be rewarded for exceptional obedience." "What shall my reward be? The reduction of a punishment for disobeying you earlier?" I asked hopefully. "No, that would be no fun. But we shall think of something else to reward such dedication and if the opportunity arises, courage." Just as the waiter was appearing with our salads, Jack, who had never let go of the nipple clamp chain, gave a yank downward that stretched the neckline of the dress and displayed the bra and the chain to whomever may happened to have been watching. That, of course, included the waiter who by now was highly intrigued by what was happening at our table. The narrowness of our horseshoe table required that we slide around to face each other as we eat. We reluctantly separated and began to eat our salads. I leaned over the table to keep from dripping salad dressing on my dress and as I did so realized that I gave Jack an unencumbered view of my just about everything. He had seen it already but the view seemed to make him grin really big. "The cliché part of me wants to play footsie with you under the table but I don't want to interrupt the dinner. It should be excellent." I had expected the usual footsie with his toes in my pussy under the table so why the intentional buzz and the dress without underwear. He had thrown me a curve ball. I kept giving him a show as I ate my salad. We talked about our mutual interest in music and movies and just generally enjoyed each other's company. Dinner was served prompt after our salads and we continued to eat our delicious meals. Jack was right – dinner was superb. As I sipped my drink, the buzz that I had developed earlier continued through my meal. I finished the cosmopolitan and Jack ordered me another one. He clearly wanted me to be well lubed up from alcohol. I don't think he had to worry much about lube from the other end, it was still running strong. I was nearly full when the waiter reappeared asking about dessert. I started to say no thank you when Jack ordered Cherries Jubilee. I knew it to be a flaming desert, often made for romantic occasions but I had never tried it. I continue to sip my drink and play with the remaining rice and veggies but I was looking forward to stuffing myself with the deserts. The waiter appeared in a few moments, whisked away our plates, cleared the table and made way for the flaming desert spectacular that was soon to come. Jack moved towards the bend of the horseshoe again and encouraged me to scoot to meet him. He immediately put his arm around my shoulder and kissed me gently but possessively. He was nibbling at my ear and playing with the neckline of my dress again when the waiter lead the way for the chef who had the flaming desert held high. Just at the moment that the Chef put the desert in front of us and the waiter was standing to his side, shielding our table from view of the rest of the room, Jack grabbed at my nipple chain, pulled it hard, making me yelp, and showing my full bosoms to both the Chef and the waiter. The Chef busied over the desert as he continue to stare and enjoy the view as Jack kept the tension on the nipple chain to maintain the view. The waiter arranged bowls, silverware and napkins as he too took his time enjoying the sights. By the Time I Get to Phoenix Ch. 03 Finally, Jack started to let up and the dress returned to its normal plunging neckline and the two men moved away. As I started to pick up a serving spoon to scoop some of the luscious desert into my bowl, Jack says no. I will do it. I looked at him. He nodded. "Put your hands in your lap for now, I will feed both of us." I demurely laid my hands in my lap and watched as he scooped some of the steaming cherries and ice cream from the serving dish and moved it towards my mouth. Like a good baby bird, I opened my mouth at the appropriate time, taking it all in. This was control to him. He alternately fed himself and me, making sure that I got a full flavored bite in each spoonful. He asked me if I was enjoying the desert, and I quickly said yes it was delicious. He told me that feeding me was a real turn on and asked if I wanted to know how much. I nodded and he told me to put my hand in his lap. I reach over and could feel his bulge pulsing with energy. I couldn't believe that just the act of feeding me this desert had made him this hard. I asked him about that and he replied that I was assuming he had stopped being hard from watching me eat the oysters. I grinned but I am sure my face was blushing red. At about this point, he brought the spoon towards my mouth and some of the cherries dropped off the spoon right on to the top of my cleavage. Quickly glancing around to see who all might be watching, he took his mouth and sucked the cherries right off the top of my breasts, licking the area completely to finish any spots of residue. He dunked an edge of the napkin in the drinking water glass and then used a corner to completely remove the stickiness from my tits. He pushed the napkin totally between the orbs and hit the bra on the bottom. He wiggled the napkin around a little as if to make sure he got it all but I think he was just trying to find a way to play with me. I had continued to hold my hand over his bulging cock and now I squeezed a little bit to let him know that I was enjoying the sensation. "You know, sweetie, I think we are done with this desert. I am much hungrier for you than I am cherries! Let's go." With that he waved to the waiter, quickly signed off the check and pulled me from my bench. The alcohol that I had consumed had still hit me pretty hard and as I stood, I wobbled. Whoa, there sweetheart! I guess you will need my support." With that he pulled my arm around his waist and put his arm around my shoulder and I slumped against him, trying to find my equilibrium. As we moved towards the door, we passed our waiter, who politely said good night and then muttered to Jack – you have a hell of a good night ahead of you I am sure. I stumble across the rocky sidewalk to the hotel lobby. Jack kept kissing my forehead and telling how proud he was of his baby. I just preened through my alcohol fuzzed brain. As we once again got into the elevator, Jack again pulled me into his arms and began kissing me deeply. He pulled my dress up and up and he ran his hands up my thighs. I know that my ass and my pussy were completely bare in the elevator. This time, we got caught. The elevator stopped at floor 3 and a couple about our age and dressed formally got in the elevator. Jack muttered as he was nuzzling my neck and my dress was still high on my hips, this elevator is going up. "So are we." The lady said with a huff. The doors closed and Jack continued as if we were the only ones in the little space. The doors opened again on the 6th floor and they moved aside so we could leave, my dress floated back down behind me as we moved in front of them. I could hear the lady complaining about what this world was coming to. Jack opened the door to our suite and with nary a pause, yanked at my dress and said "Enough.' You little wench; you have driven me crazy all night. Now it is your turn." So what lays ahead for our new little slut? By the Time I Get to Phoenix Ch. 04 As we entered our hotel suite from the elevator, Jack yanked at my dress as if to remove it but he either had yanked hard enough or the dress was well made enough, it didn't give at all. "I want you out of that dress!" He ordered. "I have been driven crazy by that thing all night." Still a little wobbly from my alcohol consumption, I started to get a little unbalanced as I reach to pull the dress over my head. Jack rushed in and announced that he didn't need me falling, he would do it. Pulling me in to lean against him, he lifted the dress over my head. Dropping it behind me, he kissed me deeply. "I think you have a punishment waiting. I believe it is time to administer it." With that he led me to our bedroom. Reaching around me, he unclasped my bra and let it drop to the floor. He then had me turn around and he unclasped my garter belt. "Remove it completely now!" He commanded. Using the bed for support, I bent over and slid the hose down my legs and over my ankles. In that bent over position, I felt a cr a c kkkk across my ass. I jumped, not having anticipated the smack or the sting that came with it. I started to stand in response. I felt his hand on my back. "No, don't move. Finish removing your stockings and then stay in position." Another smack; this one I was more prepared for. I finished removing my hose and held my position, expecting another one any minute. Instead, I felt Jack lifting my head and attaching a blindfold to my eyes. He drew it in tight so that no that no light was visible. Then I felt the next crack on my ass checks. The one side was starting to sting and I whimpered quietly. "No noise or I find a gag. I didn't bring one but I can make one." He proceeded to use his hand to smack my ass another 10 or 12 times, I lost count. When it was red, warm and stinging, he stopped. I felt him push up against me, still in his clothes but with a rock hard cock. He leaned over me and grabbed my tits as they were hanging down, squeezing hard, he dry humped me from behind and announced that he couldn't make that happen soon enough but he had other plans first. I was so hot; I wished he would have just taken me then and there. In fact, my juices were starting to leak out of me and dribble down my thigh. With the blindfold on, I used my other senses to try to figure out what was going on. I remained with my forearms on the bed and my backside in the air. My nipples just barely touched the fabric of the bedspread which has a roughness that I wouldn't have suspected. It kept my nipples aroused. I could hear Jack moving around in the room. I was pretty sure he was undressing but I wasn't certain. I could hear zippers opening and shutting and occasionally the sound of a lid popping off or fabric rustling. Without realizing it, I moaned. Crack! Went Jack's hand on my ass. "I told you no noise!" "I am sorry, sir." I quietly responded. "I'll bet you are," He replied. I felt his hand gently massage my ass check. I then felt the other hand rub the other check and then ply them apart for a good look at my bung hole. I felt his lips as he sweetly pressed a kiss to each side of my ass. I heard some more rustling and then felt the cold jelly of lubricant being applied to my anal entry. I stiffened. I had told Jack that everything was in play but anal penetration. Was he going to far, right from the start? I didn't want to panic but the panic was welling up inside of me. He must have felt the tension as he said, "Relax, I didn't forget you limits. But you told me fingers and small diameter plugs were okay. Now just trust me!" I felt hard plastic being inserted into my hole. It didn't stretch me and it wasn't really uncomfortable. He just kept pushing and pushing – how long was this thing? I was afraid to talk because I didn't want to displease him. He finally stopped pushing and slowly began to withdraw it. I could feel a pop as it slid out. After a couple of pops, he pushed them back in again. It was a slow, gentle but definite ass fucking. I had never had this kind of penetration and frankly, I wondered why not. It felt fabulous! As he felt me become more relaxed and he could tell I had accepted his toy, he moved them in and out a little faster. I felt so full but no pain, all pleasure. I whimpered. "Are you okay, sweetie?" He asked gently. "Yes, sir, more than okay, it feels wonderful." "Well, then," he laughed, "I guess I need to stop. Not ready yet for you to cum." With that he pushed whatever it was back in again another two pops and then he stopped and I could feel he had walked away. "Stand up!" He commanded. I stood, still blindfolded; he led me to a chair that I saw early in the room. I could tell by the way the back cut into me. It was a wing back chair about 3 feet high on the back with padded arms on both sides. It was a substantial piece of furniture. He pulled a small box, ottoman, or something for me to stand on my tippie toes. He had placed my hands to carry my weight on the arms of the chair. Where I had felt strong metal cuffs early today, tonight I felt soft Velcro cuffs with adjustable lengths. I felt the cuff go around first one wrist then another. Then it was my ankles. He must have secured them tight to legs of the chair, because I couldn't move an inch. He must have padded the top of the chair somehow because while my tummy was carrying the weight of this position, the chair was not cutting into me too badly. I kept thinking that this is the way I would feel if someone had tied me to a gymnastic vault. My breasts were dangling with the chain and weight pulling them down. For the first time since Jack had put them on me, they were causing pain – not unbearable just intense. My head hung down but I knew that it, along with my pussy was now at cock height. Jack was a tall man and he had found a way to secure me for his services which would not make him work hard and make me very uncomfortable. I wondered what would happen if my arms gave out from hold my weight. This was all done without a sound or a word from Jack who was moving around stealthily. All of a sudden, I heard noises and I felt a breeze blowing against me. I shivered and Jack responded, "Oh, you won't be cold long, my sweet, I intend to warm up every part of you and if anyone out there has binoculars, they can watch. It was then that I realized Jack had positioned this chair in front of the balcony and with the lights on in the room, which I guess he had done, the show was visible if you were watching for some action on the sixth floor. Then just as I predicted, Jack arrives in front of me, his moderately hard cock, slapping at my face. "Okay, slut, you are now mine to use for my benefit. If you get some pleasure out of it – fine but don't count of me taking time to make certain you do. In fact, if you don't well then, it will just leave you all the hotter for tomorrow. Now suck this piece of meat until I tell you to stop." With that he placed the head of his cock at my lips and I opened my mouth obediently. As I had no hands to use, it was up to him as to how I sucked. I sucked all that he gave me being very certain to keep my teeth out of the way. I could feel something like silk boxers or shorts or something as my forehead bumped them as he pushed further and further into my mouth. My gag reflex started to kick in and while I tried to stop it, I couldn't, he was just going so deep. He reached down and pulled on the nipple clamp chain until I jerked, my mouth still full of cock. He was fully hard now and my mouth was more than full. "Keep taking, bitch. I know you love it. I want you to take it all. I haven't figured out if I am going to let you taste it again or not. Maybe it is just time to use that pussy of yours. Gawd, this is so easy, it is like dancing. No muscle stress, no uncomfortable position, I just thrust, you swallow." With that he reached under and caressed my breasts which were hanging like udders on a cow. He slapped them back and forth and laughed that they were like those metal balls on a fishing wire, once you got them going, they just didn't stop. My breast swayed back and forth with the nipple clamps' weights also going to and fro and increasing the tension and the pain for my nipples. The pain was causing sensations to rock my world, particularly in my pussy. I wasn't certain that I was allowed to come and I wasn't certain I was going to be able to control not coming. Just then, he stopped. "Enough of that. Your mouth is good, but I bet your pussy is better." He disappeared from my front. I heard the rustle of clothes coming off, the box or thing that I was resting on kicked away, and then I felt a slap on my behind and a very hard cock's head, push at the entrance to my pussy. Then in a push, he sunk it balls deep and grunted. "Oh gawd, for an old broad, you have a tight pussy!" Before he started to pump, he pulled on whatever was in my ass, in and out. He began to find a rhythm with his hips and his hands and my holes. It was just moments before the frenzy of orgasm that I had just barely missed from before was nearly there again. This time he could see it in the spasm of my buttocks, and little bit of writhing I could do on the chair. "Oh, no you don't, not yet. He stopped playing with the ass toy and started pumping furiously. Then he reached around my thigh and found my clit. Just a touch or two and I was off like a rocket. I had not cum since the airplane earlier and I swear I must have cum like a nun who had never cum before. I could feel him gushing into my pussy. As he jerked and spasmed, I could tell he was getting a great relief. After a moment or two, he slumped over me, draping his body onto mine and he reached around and held onto my breasts. Giving me little kisses on my back, he whispered, how much he loved his slut and his fuck machine. This would be a position that we would try again. But for now, it was time for some gentler times. With that he picked himself up and removed my blindfold, I looked around and saw the open balcony and sure enough the lights were on everywhere. I looked out and there was another 7 story tower across the way. I wondered if any one had watched. I looked around the rest of the room from my perch. I was pretty much dangling, resting on my now painful belly and my arms. My gold collar was on my neck and the nipple clamps on my tits. I was ass high on chair being used for a sex toy. I was in love. But now, get me down I thought. I didn't dare to demand because my ass was already sore from the previous words I had spoken with asking. I heard the tub running and Jack had disappeared. I was just hanging there. After a few moments – longer than I want to be there, he reappeared. "I guess you would like down from that, wouldn't you?" "Yes, sir," I replied. "Tell me how much you love it." "I loved every bit of it, sir." "Be specific." He commanded. "I loved whatever is in my ass; I loved your cock in my mouth. I loved having my pussy pounded by you and I loved serving you, sir." "Very good, but you forgot the nipple clamps and the spankings." "I love them too sir." He laughed. "I hope you liked the blindfold. It makes your senses sharper." I nodded. With that he proceeded to withdraw the ass toys, and to give me my little box back to tip toe on and then he went to remove the cuffs from my wrists. With that I fell back to the box, finally taking the pressure off my belly. He then released my ankle cuffs. "I might as well leave these on that chair. That was too good and too convenient not to use again." The alcohol of earlier had just about worn off and I could now walk without a stumble. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me deeply, rubbing his hands all over my back and arms, stroking and caressing me. He first undid the collar he had place on me earlier. "I am taking this off because I don't think it was designed to get wet or to sleep in. Tomorrow it will go back on." He laid me back on the bed, and lifted the weights from the nipple clamps and laid them aside with the collar. He placed one hand on the right nipple clamp and his other in my nether lips, twisting his fingers and rubbing his thumb against my still sensitive clit, he removed the clamp. The pain of the blood flow back into my nipple was almost excruciating. The feelings in my pussy on the other hand warded off any serious pain. Now I understood he was protecting me from the serious pain I would have felt otherwise. He did the same thing with the other side but this time when he removed the clamp, he ground his thumb into my clit and forced his fingers inside of me, creating enough sensation that I couldn't hold back another orgasm. I shook and trembled and contorted my face and when I opened my eyes back again, he was smiling fully at me and his fingers were at my lips, encouraging me to lick them clean of my juices and his as they had mixed. With that, he pulled me up, kissed me again and then pushed me towards the bathroom where a large tub full of bubbles and hot water awaited us. "First, sir, I need to pee." I said. "That is fine," he replied. "I will watch, then I will wipe." I shook my head, as I didn't understand but did I as I was told. I sat on the toilet and he commanded me to spread my legs wider and wider until my pee was almost going to shoot out of the bowl. Pee came spraying out and hit the edge of the seat before flowing back into the bowl. Jack watched with a grin on his face. When I was finished, he reached for the toilet paper, and knelt down and gently wiped the seat, my labia, and ass. He reach up with another piece and wiped from within me as well as if to remove the juices we had both left inside me. He pulled me up and had me stand in the tub. He then stepped in behind me. Sitting down himself first, he then urged me to sit between his legs, my back to his chest. As I sat, he leaned back with a nice sign. The hot water stung my backside and my sore nipples but it felt good on my clit and my pussy. He pulled me back into his chest. I could feel his now soft cock lengthening but not getting hard. His hands softly washed and soothed my breasts. He urged me to lay my head back against his shoulder. The hot water must have reactivated the alcohol because I felt myself going further and further into some dreamy land. I could feel his hands all over my body, softly washing and stroked. I could feel him splash water into my pussy as if to rinse it well. My neck was awash with soft kisses from his mouth and my belly was rubbed and fondled. I kept getting further and further away from the sensations that felt so good. The next thing I remember is awaking in the darkness, with his leg over mine, his hand on my breasts, and his soft snores in my ear. I don't know what time it is but I feel nothing but contentment. I let my thoughts return to the events of the day before as I drift back to dreamland. Stay tuned for Saturday's events. By the Time I Get to Phoenix Ch. 05 I awoke the next morning with Jack's cock in my mouth. I was lying on my side as I stirred. My mouth was not full but it definitely had a soft cock in it. His pubic hair was tickling my nose. I suspect, that is why I woke up. I have no idea how long I had been in this position. Jack's head was on my lower thigh and he was blowing gently on my labia. I realized that I was as horny as ever from the ministrations that had been foisted upon me in my sleep. Jack lifted his head, and said, "Good morning, sleepy head. I have been waiting for you to stir. You were sleeping so soundly I thought you might even stay asleep if I fucked you." "Ga mrg uh oo." I mumbled, my mouth now even more full of his expanding cock. He flexed his hips and thrust more into my soft mouth. I moved my hands to put around the base of him and then he withdrew. "No, sweetie, that is not necessary. What is necessary is that you scoot out that bed, take care of your morning business and then scurry back here, I have plans for you. Make sure you put on some makeup and lipstick – mine." He said it with a lecherous but lopsided grin on his face. I nodded and felt the urge to move quickly to the bathroom. I peed, brushed my teeth, ran a comb through my hair and then carefully applied the makeup he was expecting. He was waiting for me when I returned. He beckoned me towards him and when I reached him, he kissed me thoroughly, running his hands all over my naked body. I moaned from his caresses and I felt him rise against me. He quickly stopped and pushed me away. He was dressed in a pair of forest green silk sleep pants. I recognized those as the material I felt the night before. He then picked up restraints in his hands so I knew that something was up. I was amazed that my body wasn't any sorer than it was and my horniness of the morning's awakening had me ready for his next trick. All of the pillows were fluffed and stacked behind my side of the bed. He swept his arm as if to say, lie down. I did as he suggested. "Move up! I want your face at the top of the pillows. I did as I as was asked. I was curious about what he had in mind. He grasped my right ankle and pulled it toward my right wrist. He placed restraints on both of them, locking them virtually together. He went to the other side of the bed and did the identical thing on my left side. He then placed a tether around my ankles and ran it through the top of the canopy of the bed and pulled it taunt. I was sufficiently hog-tied. My pussy was completely visible and my arms had captured my large breasts between them. Jack stood back and admired his handiwork. He pulled the covers from the bed and dropped them on the floor at the end, as if the covers were obscuring the picture he had so carefully constructed. I wondered what he was up to when he announced, "Okay, breakfast is on the way. I want the busboy to see you and I don't want to gag you or blindfold you. I want you to be able to look him in the face and if he asks you if you are okay, your only answer should be 'Yes, I am fine.' I will not let him touch you – well, much. Do you understand? I started to say "Yes, sir." Immediately but the 'much' gave rise to some concern. Yes, I trusted Jack not to let anyone hurt me but I wasn't certain that I was ready for him to start sharing me. He stared at me expectantly, waiting for my reply. "Much?" I questioned. "Right, much." With that, he stuck a folded bill of an unknown denomination in my pussy lips. It became obvious that the way this guy was going to get his tip was to snag that bill from within me. "Do you understand?" "Yes." I smiled in reply. Where does he get these ideas? I would have never thought of that but it was truly wicked. Just seconds later came the knock on the door. Jack, still clad in his green silk pants with his hairy chest and bulging biceps naked, answered the door. "Hi, thank you, bring that in, if you will. We are going to eat in the bedroom." Jack motioned for the Hispanic young man, about 21, with still a baby face to take the trays of food into towards the bedroom from the living room of the suite. As he walked through the door of the bedroom, with a tray hoisted upon his shoulder, he caught sight of me trussed up and started to back out of the room. Jack was behind him and kept him beating a hasty retreat. "It's okay. She doesn't mind and I am enjoying it. Her job is to give me pleasure and watching you look at her is pleasure. Go ahead and set that tray right there at her buttocks. The other can go to the other side of her on my side of the bed." He looked at me as if I was crazy but I watch his pants begin to tent. This kid was getting horribly turned on by the sight of an overweight broad, older than his mom by plenty trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey showing every private thing she had to him. As he sat the tray at my butt as he was told, he muttered, "Are you okay with this?" "Yes, I am fine," I answered in a louder voice. He took his time setting out the tray, unwrapping the silverware from the napkin and moved things around several times. His breath was so close I could almost feel it. He caught sight of the bill sticking there but wasn't certain it was his. He finally finished messing with the tray and returned to the hall way to retrieve the second one. He returned with full tented pants. He must have a monster in those things. He smiled and almost leered this time coming into the room. He had more confidence this time, as he sat the tray near my boobs and busied himself there as well; again taking the time to stare. Jack had followed him to the other room and must have told him the tip was his if he wanted it because after he finished with the tray preparations, he went to the bottom of the bed, stared for a moment and then took both hands, one stretched my nether lips apart and the other snagged the bill. My pussy tingled with the strange touch. Looking at the size of the bill, he smiled, thanked Jack, who was standing in the doorway watching all of this, and then left. "I wonder what he is going to tell his fellow workers? " Jack questioned. "I don't know but he sure had an automatic response." I replied grinning as I thought about how fast seeing me turned him on. "I don't blame him, if I had seen this when I was his age, I would have probably cum in my pants between tray 1 and tray 2." "What do you want to bet that he is getting relief somewhere right now before he returns to the kitchen?" I asked. "I'll bet you are right. Look at me, I need relief and I was expecting it all. How would you feel if tomorrow you helped him out if he is the one who delivers?" "I don't know. Let's see, maybe he doesn't even work tomorrow." Jack suddenly got demanding and walked menacingly towards me. "Look, slut, this weekend you are mine. If I want him to touch you, he will touch you and you won't refuse me. That was a rhetorical question, not a right that you were given me. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir," I responded. I had not meant to make him unhappy. I guess for a moment I had forgotten that I had given up my rights to decision making this weekend. How, given how I was secured, I don't know. Jack walked to my side of the bed, dropped his hands into the opening in his pants and withdrew his nearly hard cock. "I was going to let you eat first, but maybe you need this in your mouth to remember who the boss is around here." He knelt on the edge of the bed and pushed his cock into my mouth. He pulled my head to the base of him and pulled it back and thrust again and again into my mouth. He reached with his other hand and pinched and tweaked the closest nipple. He slapped at my breast and squeezed it roughly. It didn't take but several minutes before you could tell he was nearing his climax. He then put both hands on my head and forced himself deep in to my mouth and jerked and convulsed as I swallowed and swallowed his first cum of the day. "I had meant to let you eat a real breakfast before drinking me, but your bad attitude changed all that. Besides, now that I am not so pent up, maybe we can enjoy our day more before I will need to use you again." "I am sorry, sir, I didn't mean to disappoint." I whimpered. "It is over now, slut; just don't let it happen again." He smiled and said, "Now I will feed you and I breakfast and then we will go to the pool." He took a washcloth and carefully washed my face and cleaned his cock before sitting down to feed us. I thought maybe he would let me go, but he apparently didn't mind feeding me if it would keep me in that position. He lifted the tray lid and looked at what he had ordered – eggs sunny side up, link sausage, toast with jam and fruit cup. He picked a piece of melon up and held it near my lips. I opened my mouth and he gently feed me, just as he had last night. He picked up the whole link sausage, putting one end in his mouth and leaning over to me, encouraged me to nibble on the other end. I ate and chewed the sausage until our lips met. He kissed me and his tongue explored my mouth. We both tasted of the spicy sausage. As he feed me runny eggs, he paused to lick up any drips he caused; licking eggs from my arms, my chest, my neck and my chin. He then stole a brief quick kiss before returning to feeding me. He fed me my toast and jelly last and I noticed he had not eaten his. Then Jack opened the little jar of orange marmalade that was on his tray and spread it all over my nipple and then smashed the remaining into my pussy. Jack licked and lapped and bit at my nipple as he removed the jelly he had placed there. When he had concluded that task, he moved between my legs at the bottom of the bed. He first tongued my top of my newly shaved pussy and nibbled a bit on the bare skin. He then swirled his tongue around my clit and lapped at the jelly that he had put there. He chewed on my clit and I started to buck and twitch. He placed his hands firmly on my hips so I could move less. He poked his tongue deep inside me and licked away the combination of my juices and jelly. I was getting so close to cumming and I could tell that he wasn't nearly finished. He pulled away and just blew his hot breath on my pussy to cool me down. It wasn't working. I was getting even hotter. He went back again and repeated his ministrations. This time, however, he seemed less worried about my bucking a twisting. In fact, I heard a devious laugh come from him. Finally when I could take no more of his nibbles, I came in a great gushing trembling climax that had every muscle go tight. He licked at my juices as they rushed forth. Finished with that, he looked up at me and grinned. "I think I have now given you reciprocity for this morning. I think it is time to go to the pool – it is nearly 10:30 and the day's a wasting." He slipped up between my legs and kissed me and asked. "Would you like for me to untruss you?" "Yes, sir, if you would like to," I replied making certain that I didn't repeat the mistakes of earlier this morning. With that, he unlocked and unclasped all the buckles, locks, and tether that had put me in this position and sent me off to put on my swimsuit. I brought the only really sexy suit I owned. It was a one piece with very high cut sides and halter top with a fairly deep cleavage. I hoped he liked it because I didn't have any other choices.