0 comments/ 22275 views/ 4 favorites The Weekend Ch. 1 By: Vikingboy (for Rebecca) * * * * * He walked into the restaurant, an apparition from another time. Rebecca, who was working her third straight late shift and hated it, looked up and nearly fainted. A viking.....A Viking? She laughed aloud, then stopped herself. The man stood strong and attractive, at least 5'10" with wide shoulders and what had to be a muscular chest under his shirt. It looked like linen, sort of dust colored, with a v-neck opening. She let her eyes travel down as the receptionist spoke with the man. He wore a broad leather belt and leather pants, above a pair of leather boots that came up to his knees. All of it dark brown. All of it decorated with colorful markings -- runes, she knew. Off the belt hung what looked like an ax, but in a likewise decorated leather sheath of some sort. She watched him follow the receptionist toward her section. He barely glanced at Vicki, but raked his eyes over the empty tables. He chose...a corner booth, dark, secluded, and sat there. Vicki looked at him, shrugged and gave him his menu. He looked up and smiled, thanking her, then looked straight at Rebecca. Rebecca caught herself staring into his eyes. His gaze held hers for a long moment, judging, testing. Then he smiled at her....the grin of a carnivore, a hungry animal. Rebecca approached the table and went into her usual routine, a sort of comic patter that generally loosened things up. She had never been afraid to meet and befriend strangers and almost always got large tips because of her warmth. This time, though, the gaze from the stranger was steady and firm. He was polite enough, listening to her chatter, but he did not seem to return the friendship implicit in it. He seemed more aloof, above her. After she finished, he reached out and touched her hand while he ordered a cup of coffee and a hamburger, medium, with a side salad. His voice was not a request, more a demand, politely framed, but nevertheless. Rebecca shivered inside, an electric thrill running through her. +++++++++++++ When Tom walked into the restaurant, he realized he was hungry...for food and adventure. He had come from dance practice...good solid country dances that always involved heavy flirting. Two of the younger Barony members had come on to him heavily, almost like a contest to see which woman could bed him first. But he knew them both...flirts who never came across in bed as they did on the dance floor. One was still very much the innocent teenager, despite being in her mid-20's; she was a scared rabbit if he tried anything beyond a straight fuck. The other was a cocktease for sure...at least an hour of talk and necking had gotten him a handjob the one time he'd called her bluff. He was not in the mood for their games tonight. He had danced the Viking callouts he had devised, a few rounds of blacknag and Miller in the Middle, a very interesting hole-in-the-wall, and then he'd called it quits. He had to work tomorrow, he said, even though it was his "weekend" -- Wednesday & Thursday -- his days off from the Borders where he was manager of the Human Sexuality section. So he came to the restaurant, hungry, in more ways than one. He scanned the receptionist. "Vicki" her tag said, and she was not for him. A little overweight and quite assertive. He sighed inwardly. He knew he was a sight in full garb, the leathers tonight, designed for dance, flirtation and domination, not submission. He needed a submissive woman to play his game tonight, and everything about his stance and carriage said so. He followed Vicki (Gods, what a name, he thought, she's definitely a Victoria if I ever saw one.) into a deserted section and chose a booth for himself. She stopped, started to redirect him to a small table, but she saw his eyes and shrugged. He smiled as she handed him his menu. She moved away, looking at the waitress for the section and shrugging again. He glanced at his menu, already knowing what he would eat. Then he looked up into a pair of deep brown eyes. She had said her name was Rebecca and she was spouting a little comedy line at him, trying to loosen him up. He smiled, but maintained his contact with her, letting her know that he was the boss. His eyes raked over her...petite, maybe 5'3 or 5'4, slim, except for a very nice pair of breasts. Her nipples already were visible under the starched white blouse she wore. Her legs were very nice, naked under the short red skirt. He knew that she was just right for his plans for tonight. He hoped she would be compliant. He tested her. He actually interrupted her, taking her hand in his and giving his order. From her reaction, he knew, immediately, that his hungers would all be sated tonight. She physically shivered under his touch and whispered, "Yes, Sir" clearly when he made his order. Just from that and the slight downward motion of her eyes, he knew...and she did, too. ++++++++ During the meal, Rebecca stayed near the customer. He had not given her a name, so she called him "Sir" throughout, checking on him every few minutes. There was no one else in her section, so she hovered nearby, watching his every move. His hair, long brown, to the middle of his back, was wavy, streaked with gray. His beard, cropped short, was also going gray. And his eyes, steely blue, gazed into her very soul, when she dared meet them with hers. It seemed that every time she looked at him, she became more aroused. She found herself fading into a little fantasy.... She was a maiden, dressed in a chemise and an overgown, cowering in a corner as Viking raiders plundered her village. She was trying to hide, for she knew, KNEW, what these marauders did to innocents like herself. She would be raped and kept as a plaything or sold into sexual bondage by some fiendish pagan lord. She was crying, trying to be a small as a mouse, when the door burst open and the warrior loomed over her, laughing, bloody sword in hand. She screamed...... "Rebecca," the voice commanded, "Can I have the check?" She woke from her reverie and saw him grinning at her. She was embarrassed and blushed deeply. He looked into her eyes. "He can read my thoughts. He knows my fantasies," she thought to herself. She hustled to get the check, and handed it to him, with a polite, almost submissive whisper, "I'm sorry I was slow, Sir, please forgive me." Tom smiled and whispered, "Of course, Rebecca." Now he was certain. He took a ten from his pouch for the meal, and added twenty for her. He also wrote a brief note, "At the bar, in twenty minutes." He rose and walked, steadily & surely, from the restaurant into the bar, where he ordered a bourbon and water. He waited, patiently, keeping an eye on her time. She took the check and pocketed the twenty! Twenty!!! "Oh, migod," she thought, "What a great night!" Then she read the note. She froze briefly, knowing she couldn't do this. She knew that, but also knew she would. She felt as though her stomach was in knots, her nipples erect and hard as pebbles, her pussy beginning to flow. She knew she would go to him, with him, and become his. She checked her watch ... her shift ended in fifteen minutes. She prayed no more customers would come. Rebecca was lucky. Her relief was early and no one else had come in to her section. She rushed to the back and changed out of her uniform, into the short skirt and blouse she had worn to work. She stopped, and quickly touched herself...wet, open, hot. She knew what lay in store and she rushed to get there. In her haste, she either forgot or decided against wearing her panties. She entered the bar and looked for him. He wasn't there! She panicked, looking at her watch...12:03. Her heart sank. She was three minutes late. He must have left, tired of waiting. She nearly cried. She went to the bar, intending to have a glass of wine and then go home to her vibrator and her cold, empty bed. The bartender looked at her and said, "Here's a note some guy left." She opened it with fumbling fingers. "You're late," it said. "This will cost you. I'll be in parking lot, waiting, until 12:15. Be there or you lose the opportunity." She ran from the bar to the parking lot, praying to the goddess that she wasn't late again. She stood, looking for him, when a dark blue PT Cruiser drove up. The passenger side door opened. She tried to see who was in there, but the compartment was dark. She took a deep breath and climbed in. Jazz played softly (Miles Davis, she thought). She put on her seat belt and turned to look. He smiled at her and spoke in a harsh whisper, "You were late, Rebecca. That wasn't a good start to the evening. Now, hold out your hands." She quickly complied, whispering, "Sorry, Sir, but you didn't give me enough time." He hushed her immediately. "From now on, until we part company, you will address me as "Master" and will not offer excuses or reasons. Do you understand?" She nodded, silent. "Good. You will learn quickly how to please your Master." He took a pair of leather and fur manacles and bound her hands before her with them. Then he attached a chain to the clasps and pulled it back, attaching it to an overhead bar in the van. He pulled and her hands were elevated, not stretched but above her head. She knew she was displayed. "Now, Rebecca, tell me what your schedule is for tomorrow and Thursday." She hesitated, then spoke in a hoarse whisper, "I have them off, Sir...Master, I mean. I do not have to work again until Friday evening." "Other plans?" "None, Master. I was going to do some shopping, but it can wait." "Social plans?" His voice almost laughed, as though he knew she had little or no dating life at all. "None, Master" "Very good." He unbuttoned her blouse three, no four buttons, and spread it wide. Her naked breasts were exposed. He put the van in gear and they drove, carefully obeying the speed limit. At every light, if he stopped, people stared. She was aroused, totally aware of her situation. At one point, she glanced to her right and saw two teenage boys staring at her, laughing and whistling. Another time, a police cruiser went by. She could have sworn the cop looked right at her and smiled. She felt her pussy open further, her nipples harden until they were painful, her whole being desiring a touch, a word, a command. "Master?" she whispered. "Master? Where are we going?" He didn't even look at her, but drove on, not saying a word. She felt the cold throughout her body. She had spoken out of turn. She realized that he would chalk that up against her, too. They drove, though the sections of Bellingham she knew, into a district she had never seen before. It was rich...oh god, was it rich! Winding streets, gated yards, large houses, until they slowed and turned into a driveway that led to a brick estate house. The lights on the driveway and walk came on without warning. The entire driveway and walk to the house were lit up. He stopped at least fifty yards from the door and released her hands, then her seat belt. He silently pulled the blouse from her skirt and stripped it from her, being careful not to tear it as it passed over the manacles. Then he fastened the manacles with the length of chain and reached into the glove compartment. From it, he produced a black leather dog collar with a d-ring on it. He fastened it around her neck and then ran the chain through the d-ring and back to the cuffs. He attached it there with a padlock. He smiled and said, "You will exit the van and walk, very slowly, to the door. There you will kneel, facing the street and wait for me. If you don't do this, I will release you and drive you home and never see you again." He opened the door. Rebecca almost stumbled as she slipped from the car, she was so nervous. She didn't hear the car move, knew he was watching her to see that she complied completely with the command. She didn't hesitate now, for her mind was made up. She walked, very slowly, up the driveway, aware that the whole neighborhood could see her. She approached the door and saw a soft carpet pad in front of it, far enough away that someone could step between it and the door. It was out in the open, with a pair of floodlights trained on it. She would be on display. She knelt. +++++++ Tom sat in the van and watched Rebecca. "Perfect," he thought, as he struggled to calm his raging erection. She would be a marvelous toy for the weekend. What luck that she had the same schedule as he did. What luck that she wasn't utterly docile, but rather was forward and aggressive. She'd be that much more fun to make his. He watched her walk, absolutely erect and properly, to the door, then watched her pirouette and kneel, shoulders back, breasts open and proud, her hands and neck manacled and chained. He slowly drove up the drive and parked the van in the garage. As he closed the doors, the driveway lights extinguished themselves, leaving just the spots on the porch. He knew that at least two neighbors were watching...they always watched him come home, especially on Tuesday nights, for that was when he "played rough". "Well," he thought, "eat your fucking hearts out. Rebecca is my slave, not yours!" He entered the house through the garage door, leaving her kneeling on the porch, on display. He checked the game room, and then unlocked the Master's room. He chuckled, as he looked at the various toys he would introduce her to over the next 48 hours. He removed his ax and hung it in its usual place on the wall, next to the various Anglo-Saxon & Viking reproductions. He brushed his hair, then poured himself a drink. He relaxed, looking at the clock. Ten minutes...long enough. Tom walked to the door and opened it silently. Rebecca was looking at house across the street...the one where the drapes had slid open as soon as she knelt. A man and woman were looking at her. She could see them clearly...see the man stroking the naked woman's breasts and pussy as she stared at Rebecca; see the woman lean forward at the waist, spreading her legs; see the man moving behind her, entering her, fucking her slowly as they both looked at Rebecca who knelt, wet, wild, open, legs spread, shoulders back, thoroughly on exhibition for anyone to see. Rebecca watched the woman's face go rigid with her orgasm and felt a tiny cum build in her own pussy as well. She wanted to be there with them, chained, offered to them as a plaything. She was so entranced by her fantasy that she didn't hear the door opening. It was the reaction of the man across the street...a wide smile and wave that told her she was not alone. Tom chuckled and touched her shoulder. "Rise and stand very still," he commanded. She complied. His hands went to her skirt and unzipped it. As it fell, he whispered, "No panties...such a naughty girl we have here." He turned her to face him, ass to the street. She saw his gloved hands and shuddered. He took one step to the side so that he was perpendicular to her. Then he struck...three quick sharp spanks on her naked ass. He turned her again, to face the street. The man across the street was fucking in earnest now. "Watch them...be with them," Tom whispered to his naked toy. She watched them fuck for maybe two more minutes...Then both froze as they came together. Tom stood behind her, whispering, "They came for you, because of you, because they know what you are...my slavegirl, Rebecca." He bound a cloth over her eyes, turned her again, and grasping the chain that led from her manacles, pulled her inside after him. The door swung shut, and the "weekend" truly began. The Weekend Ch. 1: Friday At last, the weekend. Time to relax, to get away from the pressures of work, of traffic, of people. Time to stay up late and to sleep in without feeling TOO guilty. Time to go out to eat at a nice restaurant, maybe a movie or play, maybe some dancing (okay, so I can't dance, so more like making a fool of myself on the dance floor). Time to spend with you. After getting home and changing from work clothes to comfy clothes (I still don't understand why jeans aren't allowed, since no one ever really sees us. Well, no one important, anyway.), I call you to make sure that you're home and that you're not busy and that you don't already have plans for the evening. Since you don't, and wouldn't mind TOO terribly much spending the weekend with me, I throw a few things in an overnight bag (yes, I know that it's for TWO nights. Don't be so picky.) and hop back in the car, stopping and picking up a couple of bottles of wine and some other things (hope you like a good Merlot) and stop at the grocery for some steaks and stuff. Finally finding a parking space within walking distance (hey, I'm carrying several bags here, so I'd LIKE to be closer than a mile, thank you) I make my way to your door, trying to juggle everything and ring the bell at the same time. "Hi hon," I say when you answer the door. "you look absolutely yummy and I'd LOVEV to ravish you, but HELP!!" Laughing, you grab the smallest bag (gee, thanks) and lead me to the kitchen to help me unpack the goodies. As soon a I drop everything (except for the wine, don't want to break the bottles), I grab you and kiss you hard and deep, pulling you close to me. As I kiss you, I run my hands down your sides, tickling you (that's what you get for taking the smallest, lightest bag), making you giggle into my mouth. Squirming, you finally pull free from me, trying to tickle me in return, only to find yourself stopped by my hands grabbing yours, pulling you back to me. "Miss me?" I whisper into your ear as I nibble along your earlobe and neck. "Mmmmmmm hmmmm," you moan in reply. "Very much." "Good," I whisper. "You're supposed to." Laughing softly, I reluctantly release you and turn towards the wine. "Tell you what," I say. "How about you pour us a couple of glasses of this rather fine vintage whilst I grill us up some supper?" "Sure," you answer, grabbing my ass. "Although I already KNOW what I want for supper." "Mmmmmmm, you do, do you?" I respond. "Well love, I need to grab some food so I can keep my strength up. I doubt that you'd be very happy if I collapsed in the middle of our love making because I didn't have anymore energy, right?" "True," you say, laughing. "Wouldn't want to wear you out TOO soon." "Gee, thanks." After dinner, we cuddle together on the couch, holding each other close, talking about the previous week, relating the funny stuff and the bad stuff, being comfortable. I slowly run my hands up and down your body, lightly tickling you, not seriously, just enough to make you squirm a bit now and then. At one point you stop talking and look up at me, just tilting your head towards mine for the briefest moment. I lean over and kiss you, softly, gently at first, then more and more powerfully, hungrily, pulling you up to me and kissing you deeply. You moan into my mouth and begin to move your body on mine, giving as good as you get, if not better. I run my hands up and down your back, first over your t-shirt, then underneath, feeling your warm skin underneath my fingertips, feeling you squirm as the heat begins to grow in each of us. I let my hands move down to your ass, squeezing it, pulling you tighter onto me, spreading your legs so that my legs are between yours and you can feel my hard cock pushing into you as I push up with my hips. I run my fingers up between your legs, caressing you through your jeans, hearing you gasp and moan into my mouth, feeling you bite my lip softly as the first of many orgasms starts to rush through your body. As you finish, I pull my hands back up to your shirt and begin to pull it up, caressing your skin as it comes out from underneath the fabric. Sitting up, kissing you, I pull your hips closer to mine until you are straddling me. I break our kiss while I pull your t-shirt over your head, then move my mouth to your neck and ears, kissing and sucking gently, feeling you grind your hips into mine as your push against my cock, wanting to feel it inside of you. I begin to kiss down your chest, pushing you backwards and supporting your upper body in my hands, kissing over your breasts, sucking and biting on them, taking your nipples into my mouth one at a time, sucking on them gently, teasing you while doing so, feeling you moan and gasp and grind against me, hearing you cry out softly when I bite down on your nipples with my teeth. I push you back on the couch, moving onto my knees and kneeling over you, moving my mouth down over your stomach and over your ribs, feeling your squirms as I tickle you with my whiskers and mouth and fingers. I move my hands to your jeans and unbutton them, pulling them down slowly, kissing, nibbling, licking, and sucking your hips and down your legs as each inch of flesh becomes visible, smelling your excitement, seeing your panties getting wetter and wetter, hearing your moans and gasps, feeling you squirm and jump, especially when I hit sensitive spots. When I finish pulling your jeans off, I stand and quickly remove my clothes, making sure you stay where you are by running first one hand, then the other lightly over your legs, tickling, caressing, teasing. As I finish pulling my jeans off (damn tight legged jeans!!), I lean over you and kiss you, lightly letting my cock brush against your stomach, feeling you squirm at it's touch and my kiss. "Oh, do you feel something you want?" I tease, reaching down and moving my cock over your stomach, up to your breasts, over your nipple. "Is this what you want?" "Yes," you moan, then gasp, reaching for it. "Yes, that's what I want." I move up and place my cock at your lips, holding it just outside your mouth, letting you juuuust feel it, just taste it with your tongue. You moan and stick your tongue out, wanting more, wanting to feel me, taste me in your mouth, down your throat. At the same time, I run my other hand over your breasts, playing with your nipples, pulling your breasts up with your nipples, then letting them fall back to your body as I slowly push my cock into your hot, waiting mouth, groaning as I feel the heat, the wetness cover my cock. When my cock is completely inside your mouth, down your throat, I begin to slowly, carefully thrust, fucking your mouth, your throat. I reach down to your waist and, grabbing your panties, rip them from your body, tearing them off of you in pure lust and animal hunger. I lean over and take your clit between my lips and teeth, sucking and biting on you almost savagely, trying to hold back from the heat building in my balls, my cock, feeling my blood begin to rise as you turn me on more and more. I suck and bite on you, sticking two fingers inside of you savagely, making you scream around my cock, wincing as you bite down a bit, then groaning into your pussy when you grab my balls and begin caressing them to the same rhythm that you're sucking on me. You release my cock when I stick a finger up your ass, screaming from the pain/pleasure, then you begin to lick and suck on my balls, stroking my cock, making me moan and gasp into your pussy. You begin to orgasm, screaming, jerking, almost throwing me off of you, begging me to fuck you, to put my hard cock inside of you. I ignore you, continuing to suck, bite and lick on you, using my tongue to lick up your juices as the go down your ass and legs. Finally I stop, wondering if I am going to be able to last very long myself as I feel the cum boiling in my balls, straining to hold back. I turn around and put my cock in your hot, tight, wet pussy, shoving in hard, deep, and fast, putting your legs on my shoulders for leverage and penetration. You scream, flooding my balls as you cum again and again, harder and harder. I thrust into you, fucking you like an animal, screaming with every thrust, throwing my head back and pounding into you as hard as I can, feeling your nails as they scratch my shoulders and chest. I can feel my balls start to shrink as the cum begins to climb up my shaft, boiling hot, causing my cock to grow another inch just from the pressure of holding back. Finally I can take no more and explode into you, burying myself deep inside of you and letting spurt after spurt flood your already soaked pussy, screaming from the pain/pleasure of release. Finally, after what seems like hours, I stop cumming and, letting your legs fall, collapse on top of you, gasping for breath, kissing you gently. After my breathing returns to (somewhat) normal, you look down at me, kiss me gently, and say "So what's for dessert?" The Weekend Ch. 2 (for Rebecca) * * * Two hours...two hours she had been tied to the post, while He spanked and flogged her ass. She was so turned on she was on the edge of exhaustion. He had forbade her from cumming and He was continually taking her to her limits, extending them as He worked on her. When they entered the house, He had blindfolded her and led her to this room. Here, He had bound her roughly, not seeming to care about her comfort. He strapped her first to a table, binding her wrists to chains and making her bend at the waist, feet flat, legs spread wide. Then He spanked her, making her count the blows, 50 of them, until she was crying, bawling, begging for release. He did not refuse, but stopped only to start again, spanking her pussylips 10 times more. Then He released her wrists, pulled her up by the hair, and moved her across the room. She begged to be allowed to cum, knowing it would anger Him more. He laughed and slapped her face...hard...telling her that she would cum when HE was damned good & ready for her to cum, not before. Then He bound her to the rough wooden post, her breasts rubbing against the wood, her pussy rubbing there, too, and her ass exposed to Him. Then He removed the blindfold and picked up the flogger. Rebecca shuddered, recalling how it whistled and snapped and stung her as it struck. She had counted every blow, loudly, through her tears of frustration, pain, and ecstasy. This was what she had hoped He would do...punish her, take her to the edge, make her extend her limitations farther than ever before. 50 more blows...50 more moments of painful bliss. * * * * * Two hours...two hours, Tom had tested her, tried her boundaries, waiting for her to say the word. He had whispered, "Popcorn will stop it all" as he moved her though the house. And throughout the two hours, as she had begged him to stop, screamed her agony & desire, he had listened, fearing she would say the word. The only time he had been angry had been when she asked to cum for him. How dare she! She knew, had to know, that he would make her cum when he was ready. That they would both cum, repeatedly, before the weekend ended, she had to know. For that transgression, he had slapped her face as hard as he dared. He knew it hurt her...his palm had stung after the blow. But she stood and cried, yet said nothing. He was terribly afraid that he had gone too far, but when she whimpered, "I'm sorry, Master. I deserved that", he had breathed a sigh of relief. And when he bound her to the post, her clit and nipples being rubbed against the pine, and removed the blindfold, her eyes were shining with lust. He smiled...he almost danced for joy. She was truly his! After that, he flogged her, using the buffalo hide cat. It was heavy and made a stunning impression on her already sore, red ass. She whimpered, rubbing herself against the post with each stroke. He knew how quickly this could cause an unintentional orgasm, so he paced himself, giving her five at a time, varying the speed, force, and angle of each blow. As she reached each five count, he stopped, letting her catch her breath. Often he walked up behind her, soothing her, touching her hair, her neck, her shoulders, while whispering, "Good girl, Rebecca, hold off the urge, fight the urge to cum." He knew that this had two, quite opposite, effects. First, it gentled her, calmed her down; but, more sadistic, it aroused her, hearing his voice, feeling his hands. She so desired to cum, he could taste her need. And it fed his hunger. So, Tom kept up the beating.....15, 20, 25....a very long break. He left the room, relaxed, used the john, teased himself to the brink and stopped, then got two glasses of wine and returned. She needed to relieve herself and he released her, making her crawl to the toilet, then crawl back. He reset her bonds, being certain her swollen sex rubbed against the tiny nubbin of wood he had carved out to tease his slave's clits. Then the beating began again, until her ass was utterly red and sore and her sex was flowing with her need. 30,35,40...an intermediate break to let her cool off. More wine, then the final ten. He took a 30-second break between each blow, aiming very carefully, letting the tails nip at her exposed anus and pussy with each shot he took. 45, then excruciatingly, 50. He released her, caught her in his arms, and looked into her eyes, still filled with tears. He whispered, "You are a very good pet." She whimpered, "Thank You, Master" and collapsed in His arms. She felt so safe there, even though those Hands had just whipped her into complete exhaustion. She felt she could go no further, until His fingers explored her aching nipples, rubbed sore by the pole, and her swollen, open pussy. When He touched her clit, she exploded in a massive orgasm, so long denied. The orgasm she had desired since the moment He walked into the restaurant. And when she came, He whispered, "Good pet, cum for me." And she did, again and again, until she faded into oblivion and slept. Tom carried her to his bed and laid her in it. He lay next to her, hearing her gentle breathing. His needs would wait until she awoke. After all, it was only the first night of what he now felt might be forever. The Weekend Ch. 2 After they checked in, the ladies unpacked some of their things. It was after 8 p.m. and neither of them felt like going out. Cathy called room service while Linda went into the bathroom to freshen up. Turning on the water in the tub, she glanced at herself as she slipped out of her clothes. She was a tall woman, nearly 5'9, with long slim legs that she was proud to have kept well toned. Her hair was cut short, medium blonde with a little help from her hairdresser. As she slipped her bra down her arms, she let her eyes glide over the reflection in the mirror – small firm breasts with large dark nipples, slightly long wasted with a trim tummy and a tiny patch of neatly trimmed light brown hair. Turning around she caught a glimpse of her firm butt in the mirror as she stepped into the steaming water. Linda lay back in the tub and let the tension of the drive drift away. Some time later she was awoken by a knock on the hotel door. She heard Cathy open the door and the food being delivered. Linda almost screamed, however, when the bathroom door opened and Cathy came in followed by the hotel staffer. It took a moment for her to close her mouth… but when she did, she realized Cathy was as nude as she was, and behind her stood an attractive young black man holding a large tray. As she turned around, Cathy's large breasts swayed slowly from side to side "Set it down here on the sink… that's a dear…" The young man's eyes didn't seem to leave hers as she signed the receipt and slipped a folded $20 into the left front pocket of his khaki pants… letting her hand linger there a moment longer than was necessary. As he turned to leave, Cathy patted him on his butt and said "Now Sean, don't forget to hang up the 'do not disturb' sign, like I asked you…" Glancing over his shoulder the young man let his beautiful brown eyes slowly drink in his view of this crazy white bitch's big tits. "No ma'am, I'll not forget… anything…" As the suite door closed with a click, Linda sat up in the tub and demanded "What in the hell was that all about Louise?" "Sorry sweetie… I couldn't resist." Laughed Cathy. She knew that kind of spontaneous craziness was beyond Linda's comprehension, but that only made her enjoy it more. * * * * Ron really couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was, sitting in his best friend's den, resting a laptop computer on the arm of his chair, looking at a set of digital camera photographs Marc had taken. With each click of the mouse, a new image of Linda appeared. "Damn, man… these photos are killing me" Ron softly moaned. "I know, I was shocked she let me take them… it was last weekend after we had been out to dinner with you guys. Remember the girls had too much to drink?" Marc clicked the mouse to show an even more revealing photo to Ron. "Yeah, I remember very clearly, Cathy was in a wild mood too…" how good can this get, thought Ron. Sitting back in the armchair with his feet up, Ron could look at the photos Marc had taken and sip his drink with ease. Marc, however, was kneeling on the floor beside the chair, supporting the computer in one hand and clicking the internal mouse with the other. "God Linda looks good… but she would kill you if she knew you were showing these pics to me." "I'm sure she would… I just can't help it… I have been thinking about doing this since I took them." Marc clicked the mouse and the first fully nude photo of Linda appeared. She was laying on her side, teasing a nipple with her long fingers while looking at the camera in a very seductive way. The sharp intake of breath told Marc that the images were starting to have an effect on his friend. "I have a video I took of her a few months back…interested?" Ron could hardly think, let alone speak, "Uhhuuu…" his voice trailed off. "Here, hold the computer, I'll be right back" Marc handed the computer to Ron and almost ran to his bedroom. As he held the laptop, Ron shifted his weight in the chair to adjust for the growing bulge in his pants. He couldn't believe how great Linda looked. So tall and slim. In every way the opposite of his buxom little dynamo. Linda's small breasts were perfectly complimented by her large nipples. They must be as big as the end of my middle finger thought Ron as he subconsciously began to caress his swollen cock head through his pant leg. After a few moments of silent lusting, Ron's thoughts were interrupted by Marc's return. "Ok, here's the tape, let me put it in… I also brought some other things…" dropping several tiny pairs of silk panties on the keyboard of the computer in Ron's lap. Turning to the big screen TV in the corner, Marc slipped the tape in and pressed play. A second later the screen was filled with a slightly dark view of Linda seductively dancing and beginning to strip out of her clothes. From the wobble in the camera, Ron figured it had taken many drinks to get his two friends to the point where they played out their games on film. Marc turned off the reading light and reached over to take the computer from his friend. As he did so, the thick bulge that ran along his friend's left thigh was clearly visible. Ron didn't realize that fingers of his hand were still lightly caressing the pronounced ridge of his cock head. "Sorry…" Ron stammered… "I was a little lost in thought" he took another sip of whiskey and glanced at the light pink panties on his lap. * * * * Lisa pulled her occasional boyfriend Cody by the hand, "Common, let's go upstairs…" Without a word, Cody set the empty beer bottle on the kitchen table and followed the tight little ass up the stairs. Once in her room, Lisa quickly sunk to her knees and with a low purr began to rub her face against Cody's crotch. "You feel so… warm… and… big" she said with a slightly affected baby voice. Reaching down to push her head back slightly, Cody began to unbuckle his belt and tug down his zipper. Pulling his now fully hard member from his boxers, Lisa began licking and lightly sucking as she looked up at Cody, batting her bright blue eyes. Moving one hand down his long shaft to lightly stroke it, she began undoing the buttons of her jeans. Stepping out of his pants, Cody held Lisa's head in his hands and began to pump his hardness into the tiny little "O" of her mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled out of her and said… "Alright baby, tonight is the night…" Lisa stood up and tugged her jeans down her hips. Kicking them off she quickly pulled her shirt over her head. Turning to face her lover she took the condom package he held out for her and again sunk to her knees, this time dressed only in a matching set of purple bra and panties. Ripping open the package, she pressed the rubber against his swollen head… her eyes locked on his, she began to roll it down his shaft… letting her fingertips trace the thick veins underneath. Once the condom was fully unrolled, Lisa stood up, turned around, and put her hands upon her bed. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "I'm yours Cody… I always have been…" * * * * Linda lay back in the tub and rolled her eyes. "Jesus you are such a slut Cathy… sometimes I can't believe the stuff you pull…" Cathy laughed as well, her big breasts bouncing. "Did you see the look on that guys face?" Closing her eyes, Linda responded, "Oh yeah, I also noticed the lump in his pants" "So did I, mmmmm… it felt really good" grinned Cathy as she poured them both a glass of Chardonnay. Setting the pizza on the floor, she handed Linda a glass of wine. "Hope you don't mind me joining you in here, but I was hungry and I'm sure you were ready for another drink." winking at Linda with a little pixie smile. Linda accepted the wine and reached out for a slice of pizza, knowing it would be pineapple and ham… their mutual favorite. The Weekend Ch. 2: Saturday Morning The sun shining through the windows awakens me, creeping through my closed eyelids, the warmth caressing my face like a soft feather. Opening my eyes, I look down at you snuggled next to me, your head on my chest, breathing softly in your sleep. I bring my hand up and softly caress you hair as it lays across my chest, trying not to disturb your sleep, wanting to watch you as you awaken. I watch the sun play in your hair and run across your body where the sheet has fallen off of your shoulders in the night, making your skin glow, enhancing your beauty. You softly moan, moving your head against my hand as the feeling breaks into your sleep. You move your head so that my hand falls across your cheek, kissing my fingers as they caress your lips. You open your eyes and smile up at me, grabbing my hand and taking a finger into your mouth, sucking on it gently, nipping at it softly with your teeth. You bring your hand up and stroke my chest, running your fingers through the hair, teasing my nipples. You smile when I groan and shift my hips, feeling my body's reaction to what you're doing. You run your hand down and grasp my cock, feeling it grow harder as you stroke it gently. "Oh, I see that someone has woken up early this morning!" you say with a mischievous smile. "I wonder what we can do with all of that energy?" I groan and thrust my hips in time to your strokes, making you moan softly at my reaction, shifting your body so that you are on top of me. You begin kissing my chest, slowly moving down my body, causing me to moan in appreciation and to move my body against you. You look up at me and grin, running your tongue around my nipples and down my stomach, looking me in the eyes, watching me as my face shows how much you are exciting me, your eyes showing your lust. You move your mouth down to my hips, tickling me as you suck and nibble over the most sensitive areas of my body, gently stroking my now rock hard cock, running your hand up and down it's length, over the head, running the pre-cum around it. Your other hand begins to stroke my thighs, lightly tickling me with your fingernails, causing my legs to twitch and making me groan louder. Slowly you move your mouth to my cock, looking at it as if fascinated by what you see, watching it twitch and pulse in your hand, blowing your hot breath on it gently, causing fresh pre-cum to ooze from it. Your tongue flicks out, touching the slit, licking up the pre-cum, moaning my cock twitches, watching the head swell. I groan and thrust my hips up, trying to force it into your mouth. You look up at me and smile. "You like that?" you tease. "Do you want to feel my hot mouth on your cock, my tongue running over it? Do you want me to suck your cock for you?" "Oh God YES!" I practically scream, thrusting my hips up at your words, my lust rising with the look in your eyes, the tone of your voice, the feel of your breath playing over my cock. "Make me cum. Suck my cock and make me cum." You groan with my words, feeling your pussy drip at my reaction. You run a hand down between your legs, rubbing over your clit and sliding two fingers into your hot pussy, making you moan louder and shudder as your first orgasm runs through you. You close your eyes from the force of it, then take my cock into your mouth, sucking and nibbling on the head then slowly work your way down, moaning with every inch that you take in, fucking yourself furiously with your fingers a you hear me moan loudly, as you feel me trying to thrust my cock deeply into your mouth. You feel my cock hit the back of your throat, orgasming as you feel my reaction, moaning from the taste, the feel of my cock in your mouth, taking it slowly down your throat until your lips are touching my balls. I moan, trying not to shove all of my cock into you at once, trying to hold back from cumming. You reach down and grasp my balls, gently squeezing them, looking up at me with your mouth full of my cock, telling me with your eyes that you want me to cum that you want to feel my cum run down your throat, to taste it in your mouth. You begin to move up and down on my cock with your mouth, fucking me with it. I reach down and grab your head in my hands and begin fucking your face, shoving my cock into your mouth and throat like it was your pussy, groaning louder with each thrust, feeling the cum building in my balls, feeling it start to make it's way up my shaft. You scream around my cock as you cum harder, fucking your pussy with your fingers, rubbing your hand over your clit. Our world has become my cock in your mouth and your hand in your pussy, cumming over and over and over, each orgasm harder, more intense, than the last. I throw my head back and scream, feeling the cum wanting to burst out of my cock, wanting to hold back but unable to, feeling it shoot into your mouth as I thrust, spurt after spurt after spurt. You pull your mouth away from my cock as you scream loudly from the intensity of your last orgasm, the last spurt of my cum hitting your face and hair and breasts, making you orgasm again from the feel of it hitting your skin, feeling the heat of it, smelling it, tasting it in your mouth. Your body tenses up one last time as you orgasm, your hand a blur between your legs, your head thrown back in a silent scream of ecstasy. Seeing this causes me to shoot yet another shot of cum, this one landing on your breasts. My body falls back, my breath coming in heavy gasps, my eyes closing as I feel the pure waves of pleasure slowly run through me, then depart. I open my eyes and look down at you, watching as you lick up the cum that has fallen on your breasts, moaning from the taste, as you wipe it off of your face with your fingers then lick them clean, feeling small tremors run through you just from the acts themselves, the wonderfully slutty feeling that you get from doing this for my pleasure. You look up at me and smile, then softly kiss your way back up my body, finishing with a deep kiss on my mouth. "Good morning," you say softly, smiling as you look into my eyes. "Did you sleep well?" I groan softly and nod my head, then kiss you again. "And did you like your breakfast?" I ask. "Oh yes, VERY much," you say with a big smile. "VERY tasty." "Good," I reply, laughing softly. "Are you ready for a shower?" "Oh YES!" you exclaim, grinning from ear to ear. "Then come on," I say, pulling you up after me. Pulling you after me, I take us into the bathroom and start the shower running, getting it nice and steamy to clear our heads. "Go ahead and do your thing," I say. "I'll be right back." I walk out of the bathroom and start some coffee and lay out some comfy clothes for us to lounge in while we decide what we're going to do for the day. When I come back into the bathroom, I notice that you've already gotten in the shower. "You better not have started without me in there," I tease. "If you did, I'll have to punish you." I hear you laugh as I pull back the curtain. "You will, huh? Promises, promises," you laugh. I climb in and notice that you're just standing under the showerhead, letting the water run over you gorgeous body. I watch for a few moments, licking my lips in anticipation, feeling my cock grow hard as I watch the water run down over you back and ass. I move up behind you, pulling your body tightly into mine, pushing my hard cock against your ass, letting you feel how much you excite me. I reach around and cup your breasts, kissing you on your neck, feeling you move against me, hearing you moan softly. I reluctantly stop playing and grab the shampoo, squeezing some out into my hand and begin lathering your hair, piling it up on your head, massaging your scalp gently, then trailing it down your back, making sure that I was it thoroughly. I turn you around and gently push your head back under the pray of water, letting it rinse your hair, kissing you as I make sure that the shampoo is completely rinsed, running my fingers carefully through it, trying to keep out the tangles. I then grab the conditioner and repeat the actions, massaging your scalp gently, working it through your hair completely, then rinsing you off, kissing your teasingly throughout. When I'm finished with your hair, I grab your squeegee, filling it with your favorite soap and begin washing your body gently, pulling you next to me to keep you out of the water spray as I run it down your back and over your ass, then stepping back so that I can wash your front, moving slowly down your chest, over your breasts, squeezing them gently, washing them thoroughly, then over your tummy and down your legs. Kissing my way down your body, I kneel in front of you and pick up one leg, washing your leg carefully, kissing your inner thighs as I do so, smelling your excitement, hearing you moan, feeling your hands in my hair as you try to push my face between your legs. Finishing, I do the other leg the same way, back and front, hips to toes, kissing, nibbling, and licking your inner thighs the entire time, teasing you with my mouth. Finally I give in to your demands and lock my mouth onto your pussy, thrusting my tongue deep inside of you while holding your ass in my hands, pulling your legs over my shoulders so that you are almost sitting on my face. I lick, suck, and bit your clit, running my tongue in and out of your pussy, up to your ass, then back to your clit. Tasting you as you cum over and over and over again, filling my mouth with your sweet juice, feeling the water running over our bodies. Finally I stop, standing, pulling you to me and kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on my lips and tongue, picking you up and thrusting into you with my hard cock, feeling your pussy open for me, going in hard, fast, deep, all at once as the water pounds down onto us, over us. I push you against the wall and begin thrusting into you, harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, fucking you, hearing you scream, feeling your pussy grab my cock with every orgasm, feeling it pull out with every thrust. I feel the cum build rapidly, boiling out of my balls, shooting deeply into you as I thrust deeply inside of you, making me scream with pleasure. The Weekend Ch. 3 This is another report in the Tom & Becca series. Please do not repost it without permission. Please send any comments to me. If you are under 18, do not read this. * * * * * When she awoke, Rebecca was confused, uncertain of where she was. As she rubbed her eyes, she realized that her wrists were both cuffed. She was startled, but then the memories flooded back -- the restaurant, the stranger in leather and linen, the note, the ride, the rest of the night all came rushing back. She was immediately wet, her pussy soaking and her nipples hard. They were pinched by the alligator clips on them and by the chain that tugged down on the clips. She could still feel the welts on her ass from the spanking, and then the flogging, she had suffered. She remembered the end of the night only as a vague dream...the hands on her, the orgasm exploding through her body. And now, she was here, but where was here? She sat up and immediately was cognizant of being chained. She looked around and saw that her wrist manacles were attached to very long lengths of chain which were in their own turn locked to the brass headboard of the bed. She threw off the light blanket which covered her and saw the same had been done to her ankles. Then she looked at the rest of her body. She was naked, but for designs painted on her pussy and breasts. They seemed to be in strange letters --- runes! Runes like those on the belt and axe sheath of her Master. Rebecca stopped her thought process right there. "Master?" she thought. "Why Master?" But of course, Master...what she needed, a dominant, forceful Master. She felt a thrill course through her veins as she whispered the word repeatedly. The room was amazing. The bed was large, more than king-sized, the head and foot boards tall, bright brass, highly polished. Next to the bed on each side was a small end table, each of which had no more than a lamp on it. The rest of the room was as sparsely furnished...paneled walls, no dresser, no closet, only three sets of heavy looking D clamps fixed to the far wall. Adjacent to the rings was a display rack with floggers and manacles attached to it. She recognized that the manacles matched those on her. She lifted her wrists and ankles to look at them again --- heavy leather, carved with runes, and lined with fur. The chains rattled on the floor as she inspected herself. A voice came floating up the stairs. "Ahhhh, you're awake, Rebecca. Very good. Use the bathroom, then I expect you to be kneeling by the bed when I come to you. You have twenty minutes. You may shower -- the markings are quite indelible." The voice made her quiver --- it was the same voice that had so firmly instructed her, guided her, took her the night before. She rose and found that she could move easily, if she stayed aware of not tripping over the chains. They were long enough for her to get to the bathroom off the master bedroom. She used the toilet, then climbed into the shower stall. The chains made an echoing rattle, but she found they were light enough that she could maneuver quite nicely. She soaped herself thoroughly, paying close attention to her breasts, ass, and pussy, still very sore from the beatings He had administered to them. But there was no cum! She was disappointed, because she knew that He had not taken her. She suddenly shivered, even though the shower was hot needles on her skin. If He hadn't had her the night before, what was He planning? She sensed that her time was running short. She shut off the shower and toweled off quickly. She felt clean, vibrant, awake, and very hungry. As she padded back into the bedroom, she heard footsteps on the stairs. She hurriedly dropped the towel on the hardwood floor and sank to her knees on the deep pile throw rug by the bed. She faced the door, head up, eyes lowered, shoulders squared so that her breasts stood out. She spread her legs wide, exposing her naked pussy and placed her manacled hands on her thighs. She waited, holding totally still. She sensed his presence, then saw the bear paw slippers standing maybe 18" in front of her. She slowly raised her eyes to take in the short silk robe and a familiar, yet not yet seen, bulge beneath. Rebecca licked her lips automatically. "Good morning, Rebecca," He said, his voice between a purr and a growl. He raised her face so that she would look into His eyes. He smiled and put down the breakfast tray on the floor by her. "Eat your breakfast, pet," he ordered gently. Rebecca dug into her coffee and croissant with marmalade, beside which was a cup of yogurt with strawberries. She ate as though she had never eaten before. He watched her briefly, then went to the towel, abandoned on the bedroom floor. He picked it up, briefly glaring at it, and tossed it into the clothes hamper. He turned to her, a slight frown marking His face. Rebecca looked up at her Master and knew that she was in trouble. "We'll take better care in the future, pet, to make sure wet things don't end up on the floors. They might leave a mark," he murmured. From the vest pocket of His robe, He took a small notebook, opened it and jotted a quick note. Rebecca didn't need to be told that this was a demerit book. She was a bit frightened but also secretly thrilled. Rebecca finished her breakfast, dabbed the linen napkin at her lips and sat back, flinching slightly as her ass touched her heels. She resumed the position and said, "Thank You, Master, for breakfast." He smiled, "You're welcome, pet." He glanced at the clock...almost 4 PM. "You slept well, my sweet slave. Did you dream?" She cocked her head, thinking. "No," she replied, "I don't believe I had any dreams at all, except for the waking dream you gave me last night." She thrilled at the quick flashback to his powerful hands guiding her, punishing her. "Master?" "Yes, pet, what do you need to know." "Did You take Your pleasure last night?" "In a way, yes. I was pleased by your responsiveness and willingness to be mine. But, if you mean, did I orgasm, no. Last night was yours, today will be mine." Rebecca smiled sexily...she looked at His bulging cock, hidden by the silk robe. She thrilled, wondering what it would feel like, invading her body, in her mouth, her cunt, her ass. She felt the thoughts translating themselves into a tiny trickle of excitement running through her body. She straightened up higher, her nipples suddenly as hard as rocks. He chuckled. "But first," He whispered, "we need to remind you of the rules, my pet." He patted His knees and she knew immediately what He expected. He was seated across the bedroom from her, on a straight-backed chair. Instinctively, she dropped to all fours and crawled, slowly, over to Him. As she crawled, her breasts gently swung and the silver chain attached to the nipple clamps weighted them down further. The dull ache returned to her nipples and then just as slowly to her pussy. She was ready for what was to follow. She felt His eyes burning a hole into her center as she crawled to Him, felt His passion rising as His slave moved slowly like a chained animal, to Him. When she arrived at His side, she knelt and looked at Him. Was He stronger than the night before? Or was it her position? She stared at the seemingly massive erection that swelled under His silk robe and shorts. Her hunger for it hit her like a hammer blow to her stomach. She smelled His scent, sensed His total power over her --- freely given & freely taken. She needed that cock between her lips, but she knew it wasn't hers for the taking. She impulsively leaned forward and kissed it through the silk. She felt it jump, heard the sharp intake of His breath, and then sensed the hand moving. She yelped, for He had taken her by the hair and was pulling her up, forward, off balance, and onto His knees, face down. She was brought up and forward until her head hung down on the far side, her feet dangled barely touching the floor, and her ass was on His lap, utterly exposed to His will. She felt His manhood twitching under her belly. He was so close, so near to her, but she had no way of having Him. His hand fell sharply on her buttock, crisply, causing her to jump. She cried out in surprise rather than pain, for, although the blow stung, the sting was more pleasurable than painful. She managed to gasp out "One, Sir," before the second fell, as hard and stinging as before, but on the other cheek. The spanking, at first gradual, soon built into a steady rain of blows. Rebecca fought her tears, fought her desire to moan aloud, fought to keep count. But soon she was crying like a baby, begging Him to stop, to give her relief. She had long since given up on trying to keep count when He stopped and slowly rubbed His powerful palms and fingers over her red, sore, swollen ass flesh. She whimpered, thanking Him for punishing her and begging Him not to do it again. She felt His cock, hard and throbbing, under her belly, and she realized that, at that moment, she was as much in control as He was. But that passed, for He unceremoniously pushed her off His lap. She landed on her ass and cried out involuntarily, then caught herself and scrambled to her knees. He stood before her, and grabbed her hair. He looked her in the eyes and scolded, "Never be a messy girl again, or you'll be chained to the post and whipped, quite thoroughly. Do you understand? Never, in the weeks to come, will you ever EVER leave a wet towel or underclothes on the floors." She nodded, though it took her a moment to digest all that he had said. "Weeks" she thought. "Weeks?" Her emotions ran free. She started to cry, whether from fear or joy or relief, she was uncertain. "WEEKS!!!!!" He pushed her again, this time to kneel on all fours. As she tumbled, He dropped His robe and His shorts in front of her. Then He forced her down into the silken bundle, face first, so that her ass was up and open for Him. She smelled His scent, His odor (Drakkar Noir), His power in the cloth. Then His hands were on her ass again, pushing and opening her. And then...gloriously, He took her... They fucked, oh my god, how He ranged above her, thrusting and filling, pushing her over the edge time and again. Rebecca lost count of the times she came, screaming so loudly she thought the neighbors would surely hear them. She pictured the man across the street, sodomizing his lover as he listened to Rebecca begging for the same treatment. She begged Him to take her, use her, fuck her cunt & ass, and He did. When He came the first time, she came with Him. Then He plunged a toy into her pussy and made her suck Him until He was hard again. Then, tantalizingly, He took her anal virginity, driving His hardness into her forever. Again and again she came, until He exploded the second time. Then, after He had finished, He let her clean herself. When she returned to the room and looked at the clock, she realized it was after 10 PM. And she was exhausted again. Her Master took her in His arms and held her. Then He undid the chains to her feet and hands and attached new, shorter chains to tie her hands together. He bound her feet also and helped her into the bed. Once she was there, he secured her to the headboards, making sure she could only move enough to turn in her sleep. He kissed her goodnight and quietly left, turning off the lights as Rebecca drifted into her dreams again. The Weekend Ch. I Linda struggled to close the suitcase, it seemed she always over packed. After a few futile moments of straining, she called for Marc to come help her. Naturally, he teased her about her packing habits as he latched the case. Turning to walk back into the den, he felt her hand upon his arm. "Marc, I'm going to miss you, are you sure you don't mind Cindy and I going to Chicago?" With the warm smile that always captured her, he replied "Of course not baby, you two go have fun but remember, just because there is a limit on the credit card – that doesn't mean you have to achieve it." He tipped her chin up and kissed her softly. Watching him walk away, Linda again felt she was wonderfully lucky to have found a man that suited her so well. Glancing at her watch, she realized she was late and would have to rush in order to avoid yet another scolding from Cindy. It was late Friday afternoon and the traffic would be awful. Most likely they had a three-hour drive ahead of them and she knew how much Cindy hated to be made to wait. Stopping at the door, she called out, "Cody, Marc, you guys have fun this weekend, I'll call you Saturday morning." As usual, there was no response from their 19-year-old son, but Marc replied with his usual good humor "And you girls have fun, I'll see you Sunday evening." * * * * Cathy loved Ron, but he could be so impossible at times. He knew how she hated to be delayed when her plans were set, yet he insisted on again going through with their departure ritual. For years, whenever one of them was to be away overnight, Ron had insisted that Cathy take care of his physical needs one last time before they parted. Presumably, this was intended to keep him from any thought of needing another woman's attention. Cathy knew, however, it was just a case of sexual greed. The man was insatiable – but at least his desires were focused only on her. With an annoyed brush of her hand, Cathy forced his long fingers out of her hair. Pulling back and letting his hardness slip from her mouth, she said "Don't mess up my hair, damn it, or you can forget cuming." With a soft moan, his hands fell to his sides and Cathy returned to the work at hand. She was on her knees in their bedroom, fully dressed and ready to go. She could tell Ron was getting close and so she worked hard to finish him off. From outside she heard a car pull up and a horn toot – that must be Linda. Reaching under Ron's large balls, she teased his ass with her long fingertip and sucked harder and faster on the thick nob that filled her mouth. Probing a bit firmer, she felt him stiffen and then begin to release into her mouth. Groaning loudly, he emptied his balls. With each jet, Cathy swallowed until finally there were only small drops oozing out onto her tongue. With a final swallow, she looked up and said, "I hope to god that satisfies you – at least until Sunday night when I get home." However, her frustration with him softened when his lopsided grin appeared "Oh Cat, you are the perfect wife, and you know I always pay you back when you come home." Wiping a bit of cum from her chin she said, "Don't worry – you will be paying me back as well as paying for this trip." Standing up, she gave his thick cock and balls a final squeeze and whispered "These are mine, don't even think about anything else…" The sound of Linda's horn caused her to cuss under her breath and she grabbed her bag and headed for the door. Glancing down the hallway, she called out to her 18-year-old daughter "Lisa, have a nice weekend, and call my cell phone if you need anything, you know you can't count on Daddy." "Bye Mom, have fun with Linda," came the reply only partially drowned out by the music that filled her daughter's room. * * * * Tossing her bag in the back seat, Cathy climbed into her friend's car. "Hiya Thelma, are you ready for this?" "Damn-right Louise, I've been ready for this all week!" It seemed silly for two women fast approaching 40 to act so silly, but as life-long friends, they had always shared a special connection. Cathy leaned over to give Linda a kiss on the cheek "Thanks for driving, you know how nuts it makes me." Catching a slight scent of musk on her friends breath, Linda smiled and turned, "I'm glad you gave Ron a nice goodbye…" "Ohhh, that man, I could just kill him sometimes" Cathy laughed, "but it's the little things that have kept us together all these years." Settling back into the seat, she adjusted the radio and within a mile or two the friends were laughing and singing along with the latest pop hits. * * * * It was early evening and the warm spring sunshine was slowly draining from the sky. Marc picked up the portable phone and punched the speed dial for Ron and Cathy's number. After a couple rings Ron's deep voice answered. Marc wasn't much for small talk, so he got right to the point "Hey man, I have a bottle of scotch that needs some attention, come on over." Marc knew Ron enjoyed whiskey, especially when it was someone else's. "Ok, let me find out what Lisa is doing tonight, I'll be over in 20 minutes…" Ron responded. Pouring himself a drink, Marc though about his wife and Cathy's trip to Chicago. He had some very specific questions for Ron and anticipated having to knock down more than a couple drinks to get to the point he felt comfortable asking. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and the friends exchanged a vigorous handshake. Supplying Ron with a drink, Marc suggested they go into the den and relax. * * * * The traffic was awful, but at least the music and companionship was good. As Linda nd Cathy inched along, they noticed a liquor store beside the highway. Without a thought, Linda pulled over and Cathy ran in for a four pack of wine coolers and some paper cups. Giggling as they pulled back into the traffic, they sipped the carbonated wine and eventually Cathy began to relax. As they talked, their conversation naturally revolved around their families – specifically their husbands. Having known each other for so very long, it seemed there were few details of the other's life that they had not shared. Linda was always surprised, however, at how easily Cathy volunteered information and this trip was proving to be no exception. When they opened their second wine cooler, they were only 20 minutes from downtown. "You know, Linda, you really caught me off guard when you made that crack about my pleasing Ron before we left." Cathy shifted in her seat and smiled at her friend. "Well, what do you expect when you lean over to give me a hug with his scent all over you" laughed Linda. "True, god he is awful.. I guess I just can't say no when he uses those puppydog eyes." "Hey, I'm not blaming you… I only wish Marc were as direct." Linda said with a little wink. "Hmmmm.. we better stop talking about this, or I might make you turn around and go back" teased Cathy. "No way Louise, this is OUR weekend and the guys are not going to keep us from having a good time!" They both laughed and continued sipping the wine coolers. * * * * After a couple of drinks, the guys conversation slowly drifted from sports to their other favorite pastime – sex. Marc had always been impressed with Ron and Cathy's openness to sexual conversation. It seems that he and Linda could never be that direct or that open-minded. Their casual locker room chat was broken by Cody's yell from the kitchen "Dad, I'm going out, I'll be back later." "Alright son, be careful" called Marc. "That boy is driving me crazy" confided Marc. "Yeah, I know what you mean, Lisa has not been the same the last couple of years… I guess they are growing up on us." "Yes, I'm afraid they are, ready for another scotch?" offered Marc as he stood up. "You bet. This is damn fine stuff." Ron stretched out in the leather armchair. Returning with fresh drinks, Marc sat down opposite his friend and with a nervous gesture near his mouth he started… "Ron, there is something I want to ask you about the girls." "Sure, go for it, what's on your mind" "Well, I trust Linda completely, and I would give her anything in the world she wanted… but…" "But what?" Ron leaned closer his dark brown eyes looking deep into his friend's troubled face. "Have you ever wondered if the girls meet other men on these little weekend trips?" There, he finally said it… now he could only hope his friend wouldn't get mad that he had just suggested that Cathy might be cheating on him. "Well… that's a hell of a good question and one I have thought of often over the past several years." Sipping his drink, Ron considered for a minute "No, I really don't think so. Sure they might flirt, even dance with some guys, but I don't think they are up there getting laid. Besides, you know as well as I do, they can't have too much time for playing around with all the damage they do to our credit cards." Laughing, Marc admitted that was likely true. "Besides, if anyone had anything to worry about, it would be me, not you old buddy. Linda is a straight arrow, but my Cathy… now I could imagine she might test the waters once in a while." Ron sipped his drink and watched carefully to see what reaction that remark would have on his friend. "Well, Cathy is beautiful, there is no doubt about it, but .. well… I don't know… I was just curious" stammered Marc. "Common man, what's bothering you?" Ron stood up to fixthem both another round. "I guess I'm not really sure. Ever since they started talking about this trip, I haven't been able to stop thinking that there is another reason they are going to Chicago." Marc bowed his head and sipped his drink. "Look, if it bothers you that much, we will wait up and call them really late. I'll say it was my fault that we woke them up and they will pass it off as us just having too many drinks." which, Ron thought, might very well be true. "That's a good idea, but I guess… well… it's not like it really bothers me…" Marc's voice trailed off again. "What are you talking about, you just said you can't stop thinking they might be meeting some guys… oh… wait a minute… are you saying what I think you are saying?" a small smile spread over Ron's face. "Yeah, I think I am… damn Ron… it doesn't bother me, it excites me" admitted Marc. "Well that's pretty normal, I've read most men think about that kind of thing once in a while." suggested Ron, sipping more whiskey and very much liking the turn in conversation. "You think? Well, maybe… I guess it just bothers me that I think about it the ways that I do." said Marc "I mean, a man shouldn't get turned on thinking about stuff like that…" "I wouldn't say that, hell man, I think about it all the time." laughed Ron. "You… oh.. bullshit… you are just teasing me now…" Marc laughed in turn. "Yeah.. a little.. but I understand it.. Linda is a damn fine woman. I've seen the second looks she gets.. as I am sure you have too." "Yes, I have" Marc shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Look, we can talk about something else if you want to" said Ron, noticing his friend's discomfort. "Do you really think Linda is hot?" Marc's eyes came up to meet his friend's. * * * * As Cody walked out of the house, he softly chuckled. Leave it to Lisa to take advantage of a situation. Straddling his Honda, he slipped the helmet over his head and started the motor. After a few minutes, he pulled into the long driveway of his parent's friend's house. Parking his bike around back, he nearly ran up the back steps and opened the kitchen door. There, just as expected, was Lisa waiting for him with a bottle of beer and a very sexy smile. Her jeans were tight through the hips and thigh and then flared at the cuff. Her tee shirt rode up a little across her flat tummy and exposed the small gold navel ring she wore there. Stepping up to her, his left hand circled the cold glass of the beer bottle while his right casually but confidently caressed her left breast… feeling the nipple harden under the colorful cotton fabric. She was a small girl, only just over five feet tall, but even as a sophomore she was universally regarded as having the best tits of any of the girls who hung out at the contry club.. Cody knew the accolades were well deserved; since, over the last 8 months he had been with all of her potential rivals. As she stepped closer to kiss him, he again silently thanked his dad for the motorcycle that had changed his entire social life.