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A Day at the Lake

By: Mr_Z



This is a story about a vacation we took with some dear friends. After a long day in the mountain lake playing with our children, and enjoying the time away from home, we settled in for a quiet night. We played cards for several hours, and consumed a good amount of alcohol. Prior to going to sleep, the girls stepped outside, leaving the guys alone for a little too long. We decided to play a little joke on the girls, we told them that we were tired, and were going to head off to bed. What they didn't know was that we each went to the wrong bedroom.

I laid in bed waiting. Wearing only cotton pants, the excitement within started to grow. I knew it was just a practical joke, and that nothing would come from it, but still my imagination started to get the best of me. How long would it take for her to realize who was in her bed? Would she be upset when she discovered it was me, or would she go along with the game? And if she did, how far would she go? I was going crazy with anticipation. My cock was quickly becoming rock hard. I struggled with myself; it's just a game, why am I getting so excited? I shouldn't be doing this; nothing good can come from it. 

Just as I was about to get up from the bed, I heard the door open. Oh shit, now what do I do. I rolled over in the bed, pulling the covers over my head. I left an opening large enough to see out of, but small enough that she couldn't see me. My breath quickened, my heart was racing. 

From under the covers, I saw her enter the room. The small table lamp set a soft glow about the room. She walked slowly across the room, bumping into the foot of the bed. She was starting to show the signs of having just a bit too much to drink. I was sure she was coherent, but she was certainly a little tipsy. As she passed by the bed, I lost sight of her. I heard her on the other side of the room; it was driving me crazy trying to figure out what she was doing. I considered repositioning myself so that I could see her, but was afraid any movement I made would give her the opportunity to see me and would blow the game before it even started. Desperate to know what was going on, I raised the covers slightly. I noticed a mirror above the dresser, as I focused upon it, I saw a brief moment of her reflection. Hmmm, Maybe I could adjust my position without giving up my identity. I acted like I was moving around in my sleep, and found myself able to see her completely in the mirror. 

She was standing in the adjoining bathroom, brushing her hair. The thrill of being here in her bedroom was getting the better of me. I found it difficult to maintain steady breathing, and my cock was swelling to an almost painful girth. Just then, she laid the brush on the counter and glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror. She turned slightly as if she was trying to check out her own ass. She seemed pleased with what she saw; suddenly, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. I couldn't believe it, I had tried all night long to get a peak down her blouse to see her naked breasts, and here they were completely bare in front of my staring eyes. I was surprised and relieved that she didn't hear my gasp as I peered out from under the covers. I was in awe. Her breasts weren't as big as my girlfriends, but I was completely overcome by them. I wanted so badly to touch them, to kiss them. They were beautiful. Memories of her complaining over years past about the size of her breasts flashed through my mind. I whispered to myself that if I had the chance, I could show her just how wonderful they are. They truly were amazing.

As I looked on, she was busying herself with unbuttoning her jeans. Slowly, and very sensually, she slid her pants down her legs. It was almost as if she knew she was being watched. I couldn't believe it. Each pants leg slipped softly over each foot. There she was, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, wearing only a pair of panties. The panties were a bright yellow, bikini cut. She looked incredible. Her ass begged to be stroked, to be kissed, to be knelt behind. It was all I could do to stay under the covers, I wanted her so badly. 

From under the covers, I saw her look toward the bed. My heart stopped. I was afraid that she had figured out that it was me hiding in her bed. I just knew I was busted. As she was looking at the bed, she had a questioned look on her face, as if she was trying to make a major decision of some sort. She then turned back toward the mirror, slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties, and down they came. I couldn't believe it; she was standing completely naked some 10 feet away from me. Again, I had to fight back the urge to jump out of bed and run into her arms. 

Lost in my desire, I saw her slowly start to turn toward me, steady looking into the bathroom mirror; she was admiring her own body, just as I was. I think we were both very pleased with what we saw. As she turned, I suddenly realized that I was about to see her from the front side. My anticipation was getting the best of me. It seemed like it was taking hours for her to complete her turn. She was lost in her reflection in the mirror, and I was lost in desire, desire to have her, and at this point, desire to see her completely naked in front of me. And there it was….. a full frontal view. She stopped in that position, allowing me to gaze at her entire length. My eyes went straight to her breasts, and slowly worked their way down. I memorized every inch of her body, working my way further and further down. Finally, I made to her sweet pussy. It was as beautiful as I imagined it would be. She kept her black hair trimmed, not so short that it appeared to be stubbles, but rather a soft delicate look. Her hair was thin, so I was able to see the outer lips. I was going crazy. I just had to have her, but how was this ever going to happen. This all started as a practical joke, I couldn't let this get too far out of hand. The ramifications were just unimaginable. 

She turned back toward the mirror and I saw her reach for her makeup bag. She removed something from the bag, and suddenly the room was filled with the sweetest of aromas. I watch as she sprayed a light mist of perfume over her body. The scent was sweet, but not overpowering. This wonderful sensation only added to my desire. My nostrils flared in an attempt to breath in as much of her as I could. 

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. Oh hell, now what. Was it her husband? In my lust, I had completely forgotten about him being in my girlfriend's bed? Had she found him out? Was he coming back to his room, and how mad would he be when I was laying there in her bed with her being completely naked just a few feet away? What can I do? It suddenly seemed to me that the only way I could keep from getting killed was to act like I was asleep, and knew nothing of what was going on. I pulled the covers completely over my head, and closed my eyes. I heard her call out softly for whoever was at the door to give her a second. Moments later, I heard her walk through the bedroom door, closing it behind her. 

I laid there waiting, waiting for the shit to hit the fan. The seconds seemed like hours; the minutes seemed like days. I was scared, and excited, and scared. My breathing was heavy, but I didn't know at that point if it was from the excitement of all that I had seen, or the fear of what was about to come. 

Suddenly, the door squeaked open again, and closed softly. I kept the covers pulled tightly over my head. Once again, I heard the soft sound of her spraying a mist of her perfume, and then I heard the light in the bathroom being turned off, followed by the light on the end table. I felt something soft being laid across the bottom of the bed, as if she had placed a robe that she would be needing in the morning. Then I felt the covers move, and I felt her weight upon the bed. The bed bounced a little, the covers moved, and I knew she was laying there beside me. Okay, so now what?? She lay there silently, not moving, not making a sound. And time drug on. I could feel myself sweating, my pulse had quickened, and my heart was pounding. Do I just fall asleep now?? There is no way I can sleep with her laying beside me. Did she get dressed?? It didn't seem like she had enough time once she came back into the room to put on any clothes before she climbed into the bed. That would mean…. No, she couldn't be naked!! And I certainly cannot sleep here all night long not knowing if she is, or if she somehow managed to slip into something on the way to the bed. Maybe she put on some clothes when she heard the knock at the door?? That has to be it. My mind was wondering all over the place. 

Finally, I decided I had to find out. How could I get away with this? I opted to act like I was moving around in my sleep, and would brush my hand against her softly, nothing hard enough to disturb her, just a little wisp against her to see if she was dressed. I carefully changed my position and brought my hand nearer to her. I felt like a madman, half wanting to grab her, and half afraid to even think about touching her. But I had to do something. Mustering up all the restraint that I had, I inched my hand toward her. And there it was. My hand was resting against her bare ass. I wanted to pull it back quickly, and I wanted to softly stroke her bottom. I froze. My hand was still on the curve of her ass. I froze. As hard I was tried, I could not overcome my desires; I fought the temptation, but lost. My hand squeezed slightly on her ass. It was incredible. I wanted more, but was afraid to push my luck. 

I laid there for what seemed like hours. My hand softly touching her bottom, wondering how long the night would last, and what would the morning bring. From the other room, I heard movement. As time passed, the sounds became louder, and finally lead itself to soft moans. I couldn't believe it, but the longer I listened, the more aware I was of the sound. He was fucking my girlfriend. I could hear the rocking of the bed, and the moaning. The moaning was ringing in my ears. They really are fucking! My god, this practical joke is getting out of hand.

As I lay there listening, my thoughts went back to the woman lying beside me. It suddenly occurred to me that this would probably be the only chance I would ever get to be with her. And how could my girlfriend get mad when she was obviously having a time of it herself. I slowly reached down and pulled the drawstring on my pants. I slipped them off, being cautious not to disturb her. As they cleared my feet, she rolled onto her back. Her movement startled me, so I sat waiting. It wasn't long before her steady breathing convinced me that her movement was involuntary. I slipped over beside her, and softly touched her skin. 

I worked my fingers against the softness of her stomach, lightly drawing small circles as I stroked. Over time, the circles increased in size, and I stretched closer and closer to my target. As I continued my exploration, I was finally brushing the outer regions of her pubic hair, it was softer than I had imagined. I stroked ever so lightly through her hair. My fingers took on their own desire. As much as my mind said that I should stop, my fingers failed to yield. I combed through her hair, and stumbled on to her outer lips, she let out a soft moan, which only encouraged me to do more. I parted her lips slightly, and grazed her swollen clit causing her hand to grab my arm. 

In the darkness, I could barely see her head as she turned away from me, and then back again. I was unable to see her face clearly enough to determine her reaction to my advances, but the soft moan that escaped from her lips told me that she was enjoying this almost as much as I was. I repositioned myself to a kneeling position right beside her mid-section. I removed my hand from her pussy long enough to interlace my fingers with hers, and return both of our hands to do some more investigating. I took her other hand in mine, and brought them both to my ragging cock. 

I pushed her finger to her clit as I lowered mine to her opening. I was amazed at how wet she had already become. In an instant, she was stroking herself. At the same time, both of our other hands were stroking my cock. I was in heaven. She moaned loudly as we continued to tease each other. I couldn't tell if her arousal was a result of both of our fingers playing in her pussy, or if it was a result of the sensation she was feeling as we both stroked my cock, but at that point, it just didn't matter. I could feel the pre-cum building on my cock head, as we stroked, it dripped onto both of our hands. Likewise, the wetness from her pussy had both of our hands soaked. My finger darted in and out of her, slipping with ease through all of the lubrication her body was producing. I could smell the sweetness of the perfume she had sprayed on her body, as I lowered my face to softly kiss her on her belly. 

As I kissed her belly, she started stroking my cock with a renewed fever. I removed my hand from my cock giving her unrestricted access. My fingers felt sticky from the pre-cum that had dripped on to them. I raised my hand to her lips, gently stroking them. Her tongue emerged from her mouth, tasting the pre-cum, and again causing her to moan. The feeling of her tongue on my fingers was indescribable, I was sure that I would be lose it any second, but I somehow managed to fight back my oncoming orgasm. She started to stir about in the bed, at first I wasn't sure what she was doing, but I suddenly realized she was repositioning herself. Just then I felt her tongue on my cock, softly caressing the underside of its head. Her hand gently guided my cock into her mouth, the sensation was incredible. My fingers were driving deeper into her pussy edged on by the wildness that she was stirring from within me as she continued to draw my cock in and out of her mouth. 

Trying to hold back my orgasm quickly became a loosing battle. The softness of her lips, the movement of her tongue became more than I could stand. I felt a familiar tightness in my balls, and I knew that I would soon be emptying myself inside of her. She seemed to sense how close I was to cumming. She brought her second hand from her pussy and wrapped it around my cock. As my breathing quickened, she forced my cock deep into her throat and I nearly screamed as my cock started to erupt. She clamped her lips tightly around my cock, and took in all that it had to offer. My body shook involuntarily. 

After drawing my cock in and out of her mouth several more times, she finally released it from her grip. It was now time for me to do what I have wanted to do for so long. I spun myself around and landed with my face between her legs. The smell of her womanhood was wonderful. The scent of her perfume was incredible. I wanted to drive right into her, but somehow managed to hold back my enthusiasm. I wanted to approach this slowly hoping to bring her to the brink as she had done to me. Her feet were drawn up slightly toward her bottom, giving me the ability to slide my arms under her legs and lay my hands on the softness of her hair. I kissed her inner thighs causing her to tighten her legs around my head. I waited. Once her legs started to relax again, I kissed her inner thigh again, but this time, a little higher up. She reacted again by tightening her legs around my head. I continued you do this several times, each time getting closer to her pussy. I could feel the tension in her legs continue to mount. 

She continued to moan each time my lips touched her. Finally, I arrived at her pussy. Rather than diving in, I slipped my tongue into her folds, and sucked her right outer lip into my mouth. I sucked on it for several seconds, and then switched to the other side sucking her left pussy lip into my mouth. I heard her gasp. I then parted her lips with my tongue and entered her. I expected to feel her legs tighten around my head again, but was surprised when she threw them wide open. This movement allowed me to drive my tongue deeper inside of her. I pushed on slowly, going ever deeper inside of her. Her scent was divine, her taste was incredible. I continued driving my tongue in to her and then back out again. My finger began combing circles through her hair and I worked them down to her clit. I felt her jump, an involuntary reaction to my fingers rubbing her clit. Her hand reached down to my head. She grabbed my hair and pulled me deeper inside of her. I then ran my tongue up her slit until it danced across her clit. Again she gasped. After a couple of seconds of licking her clit, my tongue lowered back down, and entered her again. 

I tongue fucked her for several minutes each thrust causing her hand to pull harder on my head. I then separated myself from her completely, raised myself on my elbows, grabbed her feet and forced her to roll over. I reached my hand underneath, and lifted her to a kneeling position. I rolled onto my back, and slide underneath of her. In the distance I could hear the sounds from the other room elevating to a new level. They seemed to be giving it all that they had. 

Focusing back on the situation at hand, I ran my tongue along her slit, and brought it to her clit. As I licked her clit, I wrapped my arms around her legs, and stretched my fingers to her awaiting pussy. I slipped a finger from one hand into her, then a finger from the other. She began rocking back and forth on my tongue, and my fingers continued to fuck her. The intensity continued to escalate. She began moaning softly, but her moans quickly became grunts. I knew that she was nearing her orgasm. I continued to apply more pressure to her clit, and she rocked back and forth with more intensity. As her orgasm approached, I spread her pussy lips with my fingers, and clamped my mouth onto her clit. I sucked on her clit while my tongue darted back and forth. I felt her begin to tense up, her orgasm was upon her. I felt her body shake as the waves of pleasure encompassed her. Her pussy began to pulsate with each wave. Her breathing stopped, and she let out a loud groan. The realization that I had brought her to such an orgasm caused my cock to spring back to life. 

I quickly pulled myself from under her and knelt behind her. I could tell by her body movements that she was still feeling the effects of her orgasm. Not allowing her time to recover, I placed my hands on her hips and drove my cock to its full length. Again she gasped. I felt her pushing her ass against me striving to draw me in as deep as possible. I fucked her with such abandonment. I continued to drive back and forth, in and out with no consideration for the fact that this pace would bring me to an end much quicker than if I took my time. Each thrust I made was met by her pushing back against me. I knew I could not keep this up for long, but I just couldn't slow down. I felt her orgasm rising again. Suddenly, I had the strangest sensation, she had moved her hand down between her legs, and was brushing her fingertips against my balls…… and I immediately exploded. I pulled her hips to me as if seeking to find a new depth. I grunted aloud while continuing to push deeper into her. The combination of her orgasm and mine made me feel as if she were milking the cum from my cock. It was incredible.

We stayed in this position for all of 2 or 3 minutes, and then suddenly, as if we had both had all of the energy drained from us, we collapsed to the bed. I crawled toward the top of the bed, and found her waiting lips. Our kiss was passionate but soft. We didn't have the strength to continue for very long. She rolled onto her side, and I spooned myself along her back. My cock was nestled between the checks of her ass, and my hand found its way to gently cup her breast. I kissed her softly on the neck, and slowly drifted off to sleep. I knew there would be a lot of questions tomorrow, but for tonight, I was content with where I was.

A Day at the Lake



Note: The following story is entirely fictional and all of the characters are over 18 years of age.

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Hello. I'd like to tell you about something that took place this past summer, the summer after I graduated from high school and turned eighteen. My name is Miguel and I came to the United States from Puerto Rico at the age of three with my mother, after my father was killed in a fishing accident. My mother was quite young at the time, having married at eighteen and having had me a year later. After the accident, she felt she needed a change of scenery and she was interested in pursuing better job opportunities in the US. We quickly settled in Boston and became integrated into the large immigrant community.

My mother is a beautiful woman. Like many Latin women, she is not tall, standing only 5' 3" but she has beautiful dark brown hair. He breasts are not huge, but they are round and firm. She has beautiful legs, and a classic Latin rear-end. She always has her toes and nails painted bright red to match the lipstick she seems to wear everywhere. She looks beautiful with her hair down or up. She favors large loop earrings and a lot of jewelry. Her skin is permanently tanned, except in the regions covered by her bathing suit. 

Despite my mother's good looks, I have never known her to date anyone. 

Over the years, whenever I hinted, she would always respond "Maybe later. For now, you are my priority." 

Mom worked a series of menial jobs, rising to supervisor of a department store. Money always seemed to be tight, but we managed. When I finally graduated from high school, she couldn't have been more thrilled (maybe anticipating now having a life of her own). The past summer, at the age of 37 she was the picture of mature Latin beauty.

On a blazing hot weekend this past July, we were invited with friends and extended family to spend a day at a lake in New Hampshire. We were eager to escape the sweltering heat of the city and we headed north, early. We arrived and spent a pleasant afternoon eating and socializing. Being a horny 18 year old, I couldn't keep my eyes off my cousins as they ran into and out of the water or as they lay on their blankets. I spent the day with an almost continual hard-on, but I didn't mind. I kind of hoped some of the girls would notice, or maybe even one of my aunts, many of whom were quite beautiful, as well. More than once, I thought about sneaking off to the restroom to beat off, but I kind of liked feeling hot and horny all day.

Also getting some notice was my mother. She wore a simple red bikini and she kept a yellow t-shirt on for most of the day, tied fashionably at the waist and revealing her navel. Whenever she took the t-shirt off to take a swim, I noticed many of the older men, and several of the younger ones as well, looking her over. All day, she was friendly but not flirtatious, approachable but unavailable. I couldn't have been more proud of her.

As the afternoon wore on, people began drifting away. Around four, my mother said it was time for us to head back. I had just gotten out of the water, so my trunks were soaked. We gathered our things and headed for the small changing huts. I knew my mother would fix her makeup and hair while I changed.

Once I entered the hut, I realized I had forgotten to bring a change of underwear. No matter, I thought, I had gone without before. I kind of liked the idea of being "free" on the ride back to the city. 

As I stripped off my suit, I eyed my penis. The cold water had shriveled it dramatically. My balls were stuck inside my body, and my sack was rock hard. Again, I thought about jerking off, the visions of my cousins' firm bodies filling my head, but in this sorry state, it would take me awhile to get going. Also, where would I come? This wasn't a restroom with toilet tissue. As I pondered these things, the decision was made for me. 

My mother called "Miguel!" 

I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on in one motion. 

"Just a min..." I began to reply as I zipped, before I was cut off by excruciating pain. 

"Aggghh..." I shouted. 

In my haste, I had zipped past my shriveled penis, but I had gotten the zipper badly caught in my pubic hair. The more I writhed, the worse it seemed. Unfortunately, my mother heard my cry and gently tapped on the door. 

"Is everything OK?" she asked softly.

"Uh, yeah...no...Uh...I don't know!" I shouted, in spite of myself. 

"Miguel, what is wrong?" she asked through the panel. 

"Uh, I've had an accident" I managed to reply. 

"Do you need help?" she asked. 

"Uh, you can come in" I replied, after all, nothing was showing. 

She gently opened the door and peered in. In an instant, sizing up my condition, she thought she understood. 

"Miguel, is your pe..." she began. 

"No Ma. I'm OK. I forgot to bring underwear. I thought I'd be OK, but I was rushing, and now I have made a tangled mess of things" 

The zipper wouldn't budge, up or down, and every time I moved, pain shot through my body. 

"Do you need help?" she tried again. 

"I'm not sure" was all I could manage. 

"Do you think you can make it home, like that?" she asked. 

"I doubt it" I replied. "It really hurts." 

"OK Miguel, sit down" she commanded. 

Obediently, I gently sat down on the bench as my mother climbed into the hut in front of me. 

"I've got some sewing scissors in here somewhere" she said as she fished in her huge purse. 

"Here we go" she said as she produced a tiny pair of scissors. 

"Now, do you think you can do it, or do you want me to?" 

In pain and a little frustrated, I asked "Can you do it?" 

"Of course I can" she replied. "Now, sit still."

On her knees, my mother knelt before me. She grasped the waistband of my shorts with her left hand and slowly peeled the shorts down as far as they would go, exposing the beginnings of my pubic hair. With the scissors in her right hand, she carefully began snipping each row of hair. In this position, the heel of her left hand was resting directly on my penis. In spite of my predicament, my penis began to grow. Whether or not she noticed, I have no idea. As she continued to trim, she would puff gently or use her right pinky to clear away the cut hairs. I could feel her breath on my stomach and my penis continued to grow. As she progressed, her left breast, inside the yellow t-shirt, made its way down my left thigh.

Gently, slowly, she worked her way down to the last row. When the last row was cut, she fell backward a little and my shorts dropped to the floor. 

"Free at last" she laughed and I sighed with relief. 

My half-hard penis swayed above what was left of my pubic hair. 

"Now, let me make sure I haven't done any damage" she stated. 

As I was still sitting, to my surprise, with the thumb, index and middle finger of her left hand, she carefully lifted my penis and held it to the side. With her right index finger, she traced through my pubic hair, inspecting her work. 

When done, she looked up at me and flashed me her million dollar smile and declared "You're fine." 

My penis was almost fully erect by now, and it had slipped into the craw of her hand. Absentmindedly, she looked over at what she had in her hand and, without any hesitation, she planted a kiss right on it! I couldn't believe it, and apparently, neither could she! The happy, delighted look on her face changed almost immediately to a look of concern. 

Slowly, she turned to her left and peered over her shoulder at the partially opened door, as if to see if someone were there. There was no one there, and as she turned back around, as if in slow motion, her eyes began to close and her mouth began to open. She guided my penis right into her mouth. Rocking forward and back, in perfect time with her left fist, she began to suck me! Her eyes were closed and her bright red lips were wrapped around my penis. She was doing something marvelous with her tongue. She didn't say a word, but she moaned softly. I could hear her breath escaping her nostrils. I saw her right hand begin to cup her right boob.

At this point in my life, I had had no sexual experience at all. I figured that would come later, perhaps in college. I had jerked off countless times, imagining a scene such as this, but not with my own mother! Still, I couldn't believe the feeling! My mom may not have had a man for fifteen years, but she could really suck a cock!

I wanted it to last forever, but, all too soon, that familiar feeling began to well up inside of me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to break the spell, but for my mother's sake, I thought I had better warn her. 

"Ma...I'm going to cum..." 

Instantly, her eyes opened, and the spell was broken. She sat up and pulled my penis from her mouth. She laid my penis flat on my stomach, her index finger, with its long red nail, along its length. I hadn't jerked off for several days, so I came in huge gobs, now. My mother continued to jerk my penis until I had stopped coming. Then she leaned back. Slowly, she wiped the back of her hand over her mouth and tried to stand up, staggering slightly, her eyes never leaving my penis. 

"We have to go" she said softly as she gathered up her things and slipped out of the hut without looking back.

I sat there stunned, for a minute or two. What had just happened? Had it happened? Then I looked down at the cum covering my stomach and realized it HAD happened. I still had no way to clean up, so I wiped the cum on my bathing suit, folded it and stuffed it in my bag. As I exited the hut, I saw my mom ahead in the sunlight. Her bag was over her shoulder, her arms were crossed and her jaw was set. She had put on her sunglasses and she looked absolutely beautiful. 

"Ma..." I started, before she stopped me.

"Not now...in the car" 

And talk we did, in the car. From what I remember, it went something like this; 

"Miguel, I love you. No, I adore you. Since you were born, I have devoted my life to giving you the best I possibly could. I know that what happened was wrong. But while I was doing it, it didn't feel wrong. You know I would do anything for you. I couldn't stand seeing you in pain. Now, I certainly didn't plan for that to happen, but I'm not sorry it did. This must be our secret. Promise me you won't ever tell anyone what happened." 

I promised, and I never did, until now. 



A Day at the Lake



While we had both looked forward to this day for a long time, I had particularly longed for this day since my girl friend told me that 7 July 07 was a goal for her. She had claimed that she was "bigger" than she had wanted to be for the previous six months or so and had set a goal of that date before I could see her lovely body again. 

Kathleen's beauty was something that I had always admired. Her long slim legs, firm breasts that did not sag as so many women's did, and her great ass totally turned me on. But until she had worked out diligently at the gym several times per week for six and had seen the results would she be ready to do a slow, private strip tease for her lover and soul mate. And, finally, the day had arrived. 

We drove over to her sister's lake house on this warm July day. It was a great day – sunny, low 80's and not a cloud in the sky. A soft breeze would keep the temperatures moderate as we boated around on the family pontoon out to the middle of the lake, daring each other to get naked and jump in the warm water. Cool beverages that caused us to lose some inhibitions would surely help, as the anticipation was sweet for both of us. 

As we pushed off from the dock, I grabbed the cooler and we headed out to the big lake on this weekday with little boat traffic, as it was still fairly early in the morning. Kathleen wore a sexy top that showed her beautiful cleavage and long warm up pants. I wondered if she wore her sexy Victoria Secret panties under them, but hoped that she didn't. The bulge in my shorts was becoming more evident as I looked at her beautiful chest, slim, tanned arms, and flat stomach. Her hair blew in the breeze as she hid her beautiful blue eyes behind her sunglasses. 

As we approached the middle of the lake, I took off my sweatshirt to reveal a tank top. I hoped that Kathleen could appreciate that I, too, had worked hard over the previous months to hopefully impress her with a chest that I could tell had expanded due to the snugness of some of my shirts. Kathleen did indeed express her appreciation for my arms and chest as the darkness of my skin was contrasted nicely against the white tank top. I told her the sun was getting warmer and I'd like to take my shorts off and take a quick dive into the lake. I didn't bring my swimwear, and I didn't care. I wanted to show Kathleen what she was doing to my body by stripping in front of her on that pontoon before jumping into the coolness of the lake. I would then coax her to join me in the skinny dipping adventure. 

As I stood up she looked around to see if anyone was nearby, but I had already checked on the nearness of any other boaters. I unfastened my denim shorts and dropped them to the deck stepping out of them to reveal my white Calvins that she had always said she liked. The bulge in them was obvious and was hoping that she would approve. As I stripped off my shirt, Kathleen implored me to let her see all of me. 

"Whatcha got in those Calvins for me, baby?"

"Do you want to find out, my sweet one?" 

"Oh, most certainly", came the reply. 

With that I slowly pushed those skimpy Calvins down to my knees, then to my ankles as my cock sprung to attention having been released from its confines. I began to slowly stroke it as I stood in front of her, teasing my manhood with my fist as Kathleen looked on. 

"Why don't you join me? After all it is 7 07 07. This is our big day, or are you having difficulty remembering that goal?" 

Kathleen just stared behind those dark glasses. I swear I saw her licking her lips. I was at least hoping in my own mind that what she saw looked delicious to her. The oral delights that she had delivered in the past were the type that guys fanaticize about. Even though it had been awhile, those are special moments that are not forgotten. 

"No memory lapse here, baby. I've worked hard while looking forward to this day, and I am proud to show you my naked splendors. Only for you baby!" 

And, splendors they were. She stood up on that pontoon, and while my stiff pole flagged in the breeze she began the most sensuous, sexy, and mind blowing strip show that I could have imagined. With her back to me, Kathleen unhooked the clasp of her top and flung it aside. She then wiggled out of her long, black work out pants while wiggling her sweet fanny at me. She then turned around to show me her beautiful body, complete with the properly placed tan lines, flat stomach, firm tits, thin legs, and sculped-tanned arms. 

She had placed her hands behind her head as she faced me, and said, "Do you like, baby?"

"Like? Your more beautiful than I could have imagined. Your body is just gorgeous." 

Kathleen cares for her body down to the minute details. Her landing strip just above her bald pussy lips was manicured just perfectly, and I thought I saw her sweet nectar glistening in the late morning sun reflecting off of those great, bald lips. 

Suddenly, she moved close to me and we hugged. My stiff cock went between her legs just below her wet pussy and we held each other tightly. I thought of the day a year earlier where I had approached her from behind at the side of her bed and my firm member had gone between her legs entering the front just below her bald pussy. She took her hand and stroked gently just a few times as she watched my warm jism spill out into her hand. It had felt exquisite and I think she liked the show. It was a moment that was special as we had felt so close and the orgasm was intense as my tangle of dick hair pushed against her beautiful rump. 

But on this warm July day, she suddenly broke free and told me to follow her into the lake. After I had joined her in the water at the side of the pontoon, Kathleen held on tight and asked me if the wait to see her nakedness was worth it. I couldn't express in words how beautiful she looked in that beautiful sunlight and how much I wanted her, to please her, and to make her feel like a beautiful woman. 

"I want to fuck you in the lake, my beautiful man."

With that, she wrapped her long, lean legs around my waist and pushed against my throbbing stick. Slowly, slowly, she pushed until I could feel my engorged purple head enter her love tunnel. Slowly and haltingly it entered as she panted in my ear. 

"Oh, the president feels so good inside of me. I've dreamed of this for so long. I've awakened in the morning thinking of us making love. I've always dreamed of doing it in the water with you, baby." 

"Your sweet pussy is so wet and feels so right. I love your tight cunt baby. And, I love to talk dirty to you as we screw. Do you like it when I say those certain things?"

"Oh yes, tell me what you like baby. Tell me how you love to plunge your big stick into me." 

"I love to fill you up with my hot load as it erupts from the one-eyed Willie. It's all yours, my sweet one."

"Ooooooh my god, I'm cumming," she said as my stiff rod was buried into her hot hole while her legs clamped around my waist and I could feel her big jugs and hard nipples against my chest. I broke her arms free so that I could suck and bite her sweet nips as she came in convulsions. 

"Arghhhhhh. Oh my sweet Jesus. Your big Johnson feels so right in my box, I can't get enough!"

"I'm gonna blow it, baby. I can't hold off any longer. Ahhhhhhhhh! Christ on crutches, your sweet bald pussy! Oh My Gino," I exclaimed as my hot, thick load filled her pussy. 

We ground against each other, as my stick dick filled her tunnel. We held each other tight in that water until I pulled out and dove down to lick her clean with my tongue. The taste of my own cum as it rolled out of her sweet lips was something that I really enjoyed. And under water made it even more special. I licked her smooth lips and tickled her clit with my tongue. She took hold of the side of my head and pushed against my mouth. Making her cum multiple times was so special, but my only concern was getting it done before I ran out of air. The fact that I had to finish the job with my finger as our tongues clashed didn't seem to bother Kathleen one bit as she climaxed a second time. 

Seeing her beautiful naked body that lovely July day was certainly worth the wait and I long to see it again – the sooner the better. Kathleen is a beautiful woman in every way, and that body is a work of art – her art from lots of hard work.



A Day at the Lake



Please note: In the event that you are not familiar with Dom/sub lifestyle, it is often expected in the written word to capitalize anytime the Dom is referred to and use lowercase anytime the sub is referred to even at the beginning of a sentence. For some who are unfamiliar with this practice, it can unusual reading at first. I have implemented this practice here and I hope that it does not distract from the story. 

It was a very warm summer morning and she was lying in bed relaxing, being lazy actually, not wanting to get up yet and start the day. Master had an early morning meeting that day which allowed her the opportunity to stay in bed a little later than normal. her cell phone sitting on the table next to her bed sounded the tone of an incoming text message. Grumbling to herself about her quiet time being disturbed, she reached for the phone to check the message. her heart began to pound when she saw it was from her Master. Instantly, she felt guilty for her selfish thought about her quiet time being interrupted. Before opening the message, she slid out of bed and knelt on the floor in the same position she would be in if waiting for his arrival; legs tucked under her, knees slightly spread apart to allow viewing her cleanly shaved crotch, head tipped down, and her hands on her knees. she pushed the button to open the text message. her heart beat even faster as she read the message. 

"you have 15 mins to check your email… Master"

she looked at her watch to see what time it was as she typed her response to Master, she did not want to run any risk of taking too long and the computer sometimes took what seemed like ages to get up and running. her response read simply, "yes Master". she stopped long enough on the way to the computer to grab an oversized t-shirt to pull on and to go potty. she turned on the computer to get it started while she went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Glancing at the computer which was still not ready, she looked again at her watch. Time passes so quickly sometimes and so slowly at other times, already 5 minutes had passed. Even so, she thought she still had time to run outside for a smoke. she loved that feeling of stepping out into the morning air in just her t-shirt for her morning smoke. One of her new rules was that she was not allowed to smoke in the house, her car or His truck. Sometimes this was a hassle but she was finding that it reduced how much she smoked and Master and she both hoped that it would help her to quit.

she lit her cigarette and breathed deeply, enjoying that first drag as well as the cool breeze that wafted up under her t-shirt, brushing her naked crotch. she let her mind wander as she smoked, thinking about how naughty she felt standing there on the porch like she was, wondering what the email might say, thinking back to the night before, she had run an errand and taken longer than Master expected her to, He was disappointed and unhappy about that. she felt some trepidation about what might be in the email as she suspected that there might be some form of punishment coming for her. she looked again at her watch and realized that 12 minutes had passed since receiving the text message. Afraid that she would once again be late, she stubbed out her cigarette and almost ran to the computer. she opened her email and clicked on the message from Master. 

you have exactly 20 minutes to be ready to go. you are to put on your thigh

highs, your corset, your heels and your blue dress, nothing else. you are to have 

the toy bag at your feet and be waiting on the porch prepared for inspection 

when I arrive. Text me when you have read this.

she knew that she would have to hurry, so as fast as she could, she sent the appropriate reply of "yes Master" as she shut down the computer before racing to the bedroom to prepare. Nineteen minutes later, she was dressed and on the front porch as directed with the toy bag positioned between her feet, legs shoulder width apart, fingers interlocked behind her head, heart pounding in her chest and the slit between her legs practically dripping. Both excitement and fear filled her as she waited for Master's arrival. As she stood waiting, she was very thankful that their porch was fairly private. They had bushes surrounding the porch on three sides that were about shoulder high so it was very difficult for anyone to see what was happening on the porch but still allowed someone standing by the door to see out. This was often a source of excitement for them. It allowed them some play outdoors when home without too much risk of being caught in the act. It was also helpful that they did not have neighbors right on top of them. They lived in an area where the homes were placed on large lots. 

Exactly 20 minutes from the time she opened the email, Master pulled up in his truck. He stepped out and walked over to where she stood. He looked her up and down; he walked in a slow circle inspecting how she was dressed. When he was behind her, he reached around and took a breast in each hand to insure that she had on the corset but no bra. He found her nipples and gave them each a good hard pinch. He held and intensified the pinch until she could not help but let a mixed moan/wince escape her lips. At that point, he stopped tighten the pinch but he did not release it, he simply held that pressure. After a few moments, he started to twist her nipples between his fingers increasing the pleasure/pain she was feeling. When again, a sound escaped her lips, it was more wince than moan. Again he paused allowing her a few seconds to adjust to the feeling. He then began to pull her nipples away from her body. He pulled slowly but firmly until he could feel her pulling away from his body and toward his hands. He stopped and held that position. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, knowing that he was bringing her close to orgasm. He pulled even harder only this time, he allowed his fingers to slip from her nipples. 

In a very firm yet whispering voice, Master told her to present her pussy. Instantly, without hesitation, she bent over and grabbed her ankles. Master raised her skirt to her waist as he stepped to the side of her. He gently rubbed his hand over her bare butt cheeks. Without warning, he removed his hand and brought is down hard on her ass. The sound of the skin on skin smack resounding in the semi-enclosed porch. The impact threatened to make her lose her balance but she fought hard to maintain her position. Master alternated between tender, gentle caresses and very hard smacks until he had delivered 10 whacks. With each of them, she counted as she knew she was supposed to, "One, thank you Master" etc. After ten well placed swats, Master allowed a finger to travel the length of her butt crack, over her anus, across the tender skin separating her anus from her wet slit, toyed for a moment (not nearly long enough as far as she was concerned) at the opening to her pussy as she attempted to push back against his finger in hopes of encouraging him to slip inside her, before finding his way to her clit. He brushed her clit lightly, flicked it several times before grabbing it and pinching it hard. Try as she might, a moan again escaped her lips. Master returned to the slit of her pussy and this time pushed his fingers as deep inside her as he could. He quickly worked his fingers in and out bringing her so close to orgasm that she had to fight hard not to give into it. Just as she was about to beg to be allowed to come, Master removed his fingers from her, leaned down enough to push his fingers into her mouth. She sucked the juices off his fingers as thoroughly as she could. Master stood up and walked back to the truck, telling her as he went to get the bag and get in. Disappointment from the denied orgasm flooded her as she did as she was told. 

Master started the truck and pulled out onto the street. They drove out of town in silence. Soon they were out in the country where there were very few cars and even fewer homes. This was one of those times where time passed very slowly. Once in a while, Master would reach over and either play with one of pet's nipples or reach between her legs. If he reached between her legs and got her juices on his fingers, he would then put them in her mouth for her to suck off. It became evident that they were headed to their property on the lake which would take them about 20 minutes to reach. It would be 20 minutes of near orgasms, nipple torture, silence, and her mind going crazy wondering what was in store for her. 

When they finally reached the property, Master told pet to get out of the truck and lock the gate behind them. Her hands trembled and her heart raced as she followed his orders. Seldom, did they lock the gate when they were at the property so this could only mean that Master had something really wild and different planned and did not want any chance of anyone wandering onto the property and interrupting them. As pet made her way back to the truck, she noticed numerous pieces of lumber that resembled rough logs in the bed of the truck as well as some tools. The lumber appeared to have been cut to specific lengths and had holes drilled in them as well. They had talked on several occasions about constructing some equipment in the shed behind the cabin or on the property somewhere out in the open but had not completed it yet as they had just recently decided on a place that would not be easily discovered if they were to have company at the cabin. 

They had researched several different things that could be constructed to look like one thing to the uninitiated but used for their own purposes. The last time they were at the property, they had dug some holes and placed rough logs into cement as the first steps of construction. One of the items they had planned to construct was a frame that they thought could be easily made to look like a gateway similar to those in the old west. It was intended to be a fairly simple log frame at the entrance to the path leading to the lake. They had talked about the fact that they could build a fence in that area to enclose the small garden they wanted to have someday and that there were ways they create the fence that would allow them some options for using it as well. Her legs were shaking, her heart was racing and her pussy was dripping with both the excitement and the fear as these thoughts and pictures flashed through her mind and she climbed back into the truck. 

Master pulled up in front of the cabin and then turned the truck around so that it was backed up close to where they had put the posts. He got out without saying a word, pet was unsure if she was supposed to get out or stay where she was. Sometimes she had no idea what she was expected to do, she feared making the wrong choice and found it almost impossible to even move. As she sat there debating with herself, Master had moved behind the truck and came to her door. He opened it and held a hand out to help her out of the truck. He pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply on the mouth as his hands traveled down her backside and cupped her still stinging ass cheeks. He pressed his hardened cock against her stomach and all her fear and trepidation washed away. That kiss told her volumes that he loved her and that even if there was punishment coming, it was out of that love. She melted in his arms and his kiss. Once he could feel her relaxing in his arms and knew that he had relieved some of her fears, Master released her from his embrace and stepped back. 

"We have work to do that is going to be tough for you to do in those clothes. you better get out of them but you may do put on the tennis shoes you have in the cabin to protect your feet. Do it quickly because I do not want to do all this work myself." 

He stood watching and waiting for her to remove her clothes. she knew that there was no one around for miles but as is always the case, she was still nervous as she started to unbutton the dress and let it slip from her shoulders. she drew strength and courage from the pleased look on his face. As each piece of clothing left her body, she paused to fold it carefully and place it on the seat of the truck. she loved bring him pleasure and was swelling with pride as she watched the smile on his face grow. Finally naked, she gracefully walked to the cabin to grab her shoes. she returned to the truck just as Master was pulling out the first log for the frame. He had already set up two large ladders beside the posts, it was clear that this first log was to be placed at the top of the posts creating the uppermost cross piece of the frame. Without being told what to do, pet grabbed the other end of the log and helped Master move it toward the ladders. It was not until they had it at the top that she realized, she had not bolts or tools with which to lock it into place, all she could do was stand there at the top of the ladder holding the log. Master bolted his end in place and climbed down from his ladder. He went to the cab of the truck and brought out the camera.

There she stood, buck naked, at the top of the ladder, holding the log while Master snapped pictures of her. It felt to her like hours but was really only a minute or so before Master climbed up the ladder behind her to hand her the bolt and to hold the log in place. she worked it into the predrilled hole and added the nut to the back. Master then allowed her to descend the ladder before he went up with the wrenches to tighten the bolts. As she watched him do that, she noticed that he had drilled holes along the length of the log and put eyehooks in them that could be used to hang things… she knew instinctively that one of the things that would be hung from them was her. With that thought, her heart raced once again and crotch grew very wet and tingly. Master came down from the ladder and also admired their work. He returned the ladders to the truck and reached for the next log for the start of the fence. pet followed his lead and took the other end. They repeated this process for awhile without speaking, each time they would place a log, Master would secure his end, step back to snap a few pictures as she stood there naked holding her end in place before bringing her the bolt to hold the log in place. 

The hot sun beating down on their bodies combined with the work brought sweat to their skin, her naked skin glistened more and more which He knew would create a wonderful look in the pictures He was taking. At long last, all the logs he had brought were in place but there still remained a few pieces of lumber. Some of the lumber looked like the side pieces from stairs and pet was pretty sure that they were for building a stile over the fence. Not that they needed a stile but it would provide more options for bondage. Once built, it would resemble not only an old fashioned stile but also a spanking horse, of course minus the padding. They had talked about the fact that padding could be added by simply placing pillows on the steps. pet knew that building that part was probably going to be the hardest and most time consuming part and already her body was aching and she was feeling the effects of being naked in hot sun. It did help that Master had precut and predrilled everything; he must have been planning this for awhile. she hoped that that work would make this go quickly. They worked on, getting the stile in place and put together even faster than she had hoped. 

At least all the work was done. Master looked at pet and said that he thought perhaps she needed to go to the lake and cool off while he took care of a few last things. she followed his orders and with a look over her shoulder, started down the path to the lake. she took off her shoes and waded into the cool water. she enjoyed the contrast of the cool water on her hot skin as she floated out onto the lake. It was always a thrill to swim in the lake naked. she was so lucky that there were so few people who had property at the lake and the ones that did, were seldom there during the week so she was able to swim naked often when they were at the cabin. She had been swimming and floating around for awhile when she noticed Master watching her from the shore with his camera in hand. she swam back towards shore and walked out with the water dripping from her body as Master continued to snap pictures of her. When she had gotten to where he stood she reached down to pick up her shoes. Master took her hand and led her back up the path toward their newly constructed frame. 

pet saw that Master had rigged a series of cuffs, stretcher bars and ropes on the frame. He walked her to the center of the frame and took her shoes from her hand which he placed along with the camera on the tailgate of the truck next to the toy bag. He returned to pet and turned her so that she was faced away from the truck and gently took one of her hands. He put the first cuff around her wrist and tightened it up. He placed a cuff on the other wrist just as gently. Between the two cuffs was a stretcher bar to hold her arms apart. Master knelt and put a cuff around each of her ankles. He then pulled on the ends of the rope, the way it was all rigged, as He raised her up, she was also forced to spread her legs wider and wider. When He was satisfied that He had her raised as high as could and still allow her to touch the ground with her toes and her legs were as far apart as He could get them, He secured the ropes and stepped back. Again, she heard the click of the camera. Master then put a blindfold around her head blocking out all of her sight. He brushed her hair from her neck and kissed the spot that drives her wild. He whispered that she had some punishment coming from last night and that He expected her to take it in a way that would make him proud but that since they were here at the property, she was free to scream, cry or yell out as she needed to. He reminded her that she was to count if she was struck, not lose count or they would have to begin again and that she was to thank him for each stroke. 

He stood back and admired her glistening skin. He knew that it would hurt Him almost as much as her to do this, but also knew that it was necessary to the process of teaching her to please Him. He took the flogger from the bag first and approached her. He ran His hand over her soft skin. Just as he had at the house, He alternated between swatting her with His hand and caressing her tender skin. Once He had delivered 10 swats, He kissed her neck again, as He did, He dragged the lashes of the flogger up one of her legs, between her legs and across the warmed skin of her butt. He stepped back and took the first swing with the flogger. As the lashes connected with her skin, she cried out as much with surprise as with pain. she counted off the stroke and had barely gotten the "thank you Master" out when He struck her again. Twenty strokes later, He backed away and put the flogger back in the toy bag. 

Next He took out His paddle, He hated having to use this on her but felt that she really needed this lesson. He was so disappointed and hurt the night before when she was gone for so long without letting Him know that she would be that long. It was not the length of time she was gone that had upset Him, it was her poor communication which left HIM sitting waiting for her. After today, she had better learn to never keep Him waiting like that again. As He thought about it, His hurt and anger resurfaced and He knew that He would be able to complete her discipline. He stepped up and took the first swing with the paddle. This time, His anger refreshed, He did not even bother with the caresses in between swats. He would pause for a moment to allow her to catch her breath but that was all. He delivered 20 whacks with the paddle, each one harder than the last. Tears streamed down her face, breathing was difficult as she sobbed from pain, humiliation and shame that she had disappointed and angered Him to this extreme. It was not often that He used the paddle. 




A Day at the Lake



As usually happened, her body betrayed her and even through the pain and shame, she came at least once during the paddling. Her pussy gushed juices onto the ground beneath her. her nipples were as hard as ever and she prayed that the punishment would end soon. In a way, it did. With the way Master was delivering the strokes, He had quickly gotten to 20. Master stepped in close to her and roughly stuffed His fingers deep into her pussy. 

"I see that my little slut came didn't she? I know that you enjoyed that at least some but I certainly hope you learned your lesson from it as well, you know how much I hate to have to punish you in this way." He reached around in front of her taking her nipples between his fingers and pinched hard enough to make her cry out. He pulled to emphasize each of His next words, "Never… ever… keep… me… waiting… like… that… again… do… you… understand… me… pet?"

"yes Master! i am soooo sorry Master! i will be better at communicating to you Master. Please forgive me?"

He put the paddle back in the bag and walked into the cabin, leaving her hanging there on the frame. Again, it seemed as though time stood still and it was an eternity before He came back. By then, her breathing had returned almost to normal but her ass was on fire. Master untied the ropes releasing her and allowing her to lower her arms. He removed the stretcher bar from the cuffs but left all the cuffs in place. Still blindfolded, He moved her over to the stile and told her to kneel on the step. He pushed on her back until she was laying across the top of the stile. He unzipped his pants and slipped his cock into her dripping wet pussy. He sunk His hard cock balls deep inside her. 

"Come as often as you can pet, you know how I love to feel you come around my cock. This is your reward for taking your punishment as well as you did." 

And with that said, he began to fuck her hard and fast. He reached up and took a hold of her hair to use like a handle and fucked her. she came the first time almost instantly. He continued to pound away at her right through her orgasm. As she came close to her second orgasm, she begged Him to allow her to play with her clit. He granted permission. she worked her clit hard and fast coming a second time on His cock. He fucked her through that one as well. Come now dripping from them, she came a third time on His cock. she had reached the point that she was almost hoping that He would come soon and allow her a rest for a few moments at least. she felt His thumb press against the opening to her asshole and knew what was coming next. she tried to relax as He pushed His thumb inside her. That added stimulation forced another orgasm. Master pulled His cock from her pussy and replaced it with a dildo He had tucked into His pocket. He squeezed lube over her asshole as he worked the dildo in and out of her. He took his cock in hand and lined it up with her asshole, then pushed, working the head of His cock past her tight sphincter muscle. He allowed her a second to get used to His cock before He began to pound away at her anally. Each time He pounded into her, it pushed the dildo in as well, He told her not to stop working her clit. 

Normally, Master is generous enough to only use her asshole for short periods of time. For the most part, as soon as she comes, He comes and He pretty quickly pulls out of her. He knows that once she has come once with anything in her asshole, she is about done and needs a break. Not so this time. With all the stimulation of His cock in her ass, the dildo in her pussy and her fingering her clit, she came again very quickly. Master was not done yet, He kept fucking her ass hard. Thankfully, the next time she came, Master came too. He shoved His cock deep inside her and shot His hot come up her ass. He collapsed on top of her, pressing her against the boards. When they had both caught their breath, Master pulled out and backed away from her. He stood her up, removed the blindfold, and took her in His arms. 

He held her for a few minutes before letting her go so that He could take the cuffs off her wrists and ankles. They went back down to the lake and spent a little time in the water together, washing off and cooling off before dressing and heading home for a nice romantic dinner for two. As a further reward for her taking her punishment so well, Master had planned a very special dinner and evening for them. He stopped on the way home (which was a long and interesting ride for her on her freshly paddled butt) and picked up dinner to go from their favorite Chinese restaurant. At home, he took over her normal chore of serving dinner. He was so gentle, loving and caring with her, reassuring her of his love and pride in her. After dinner, while she had a cigarette, he ran a nice hot bubble bath for her. Once in the tub, Master tenderly washed every inch of pet's body. He helped her out of the tub, dried her off and rubbed soothing lotion on her paying special attention to her sore bottom. He lead her to the bedroom and helped her into bed where they spent hours caressing and making slow passionate love before falling asleep in each others arms.



A Day at the Lake



Sitting on the front porch, sketch pad in hand, the glider moved with minimal creaking.

6 a.m. and she was up watching the water brush the shores with a soft swishing sound.

It was always soothing to be out at the summer camp her sons let her use when she wanted to be alone. 

But being alone was one of the last things she wanted right now. What she wanted were the strong hands of a man, one to rub the knot out of her shoulders and two, well for all selfish reasons. To help her cut firewood, she was feeling a chill and wanted a fire and waking him would just be rude, he got in late.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, and took in all the scents around her.

The deep woods mossy smell always made her feel refreshed and gave subtle remembrance of why she loved the lake so well.

Placing her sketchbook down, she picked up her morning coffee and walked down to the dock where she sat it on her table.

Looking around and dipping a foot into the lake it felt warmer than the morning air. 

A grin spreading from the corner of her mouth, she slowly slipped out of her clothes and eased herself to the edge of the dock. It was going to be chilly, but refreshing.

He stood at the door of the cabin only in his khaki's, his coffee in hand. He had heard her get up from the bed, and try to be quiet while making coffee, something she wasn't very good at, but he never said anything to her.

Mist was still moving across the bay it was going to be a hot day but the morning chill was still in the air. He had started the woodstove and by the time she came in from the lake it would be warm enough to be comfortable.

She was at the end of the dock slipping her foot in and by pure surprise; she began to take her clothes off.

He watched as she slipped slowly into the water off the end of the dock.

Seeing her like this, he wanted her right then. 

He grabbed a towel from the side bureau and made his way down to the beachfront.

By the time he had gotten to the end of the dock, she was starting up the rungs.

He leaned down to where she was coming up, a hand brushing back her wet hair. 

His hand grasping the back of her head, and brought a startled mouth to his, kissing her hard.

His breathing was a bit erratic. His hard on was obvious.

With his hand still on the back of her head his other hand came quickly to the zipper of his pants letting them drop to the dock, he commanded her "I want you to suck my cock, like the good girl I know you are."

For him this was totally out of character for he always aimed to please her first. But today, he just didn't want to wait. He was feeling a bit greedy and very horny. He had come out late the night before, and both were exhausted from the drive from the city.

Always aiming to please him she smiled and licked her lips, her tongue flicking over the tip of his hard cock. She loved how he tasted. She was in the mood to tease him and apparently he was going to have none of that today.

His fingers tangled into her wet hair, grasping gently but firm. "I said, I wanted you to suck my cock not tease me!"

She liked it when he got into the mood where he was totally dominant. She obliged him, her hand grasping his shaft firmly while her mouth began to work over him. Her tongue running over his balls, she sucked them into her mouth while stroking his rock hard cock.

He eased himself into the chair sitting on the dock, laying the towel down at his feet for her to kneel on. Sucking him faster and harder, his hand eased his grip on her head. He wanted her so bad right now, but was in the mood to totally take her and give her no choice.

Moaning with him in her mouth, he again wanted to see her give in to his whim.

"I want you to play with your pussy while you fuck me with your mouth."

Almost like he was reading her mind, her fingers slipped between her legs gently parting her lips and her finger rubbed vigorously at her clit, slipping every now and then into her hot wet pussy.

"I want you to fuck me please, please?"

He liked when she begged, it was almost like having his own little cheering section.

Pulling her up from her knee's he pushed her legs apart and his fingers went to her pussy, pulling her hand away.

Slipping one, then two fingers into her, he began to finger her quickly. Her breath coming fast, he could feel her legs begin to shake.

"Don't you dare cum, or I'm going to stop!" 

She just looked at him, slowing her breathing and getting control once again.

Taking his finger out of her, he offered them to her mouth, where she gladly sucked them of her juices.

"Good girl!"

Bringing her closer to him, he brought his mouth to her breast, sucking a nipple into it, pulling her hips closer, he began to ease her down onto his cock. Slow and gentle. He wanted it rough, but he didn't want to hurt her.

Moving with a rhythm they were both comfortable with, his cock began to ease in and out of her not even fully into her, but he could tell she was almost ready. Her juices flowing over his shaft, and down over his balls.

"That's it baby, cum all over my cock!"

She had learned to control her moaning with him; the louder she was the more he stopped. This wasn't what she wanted right now; she wanted him fully and completely.

"Cum with me, please?"

Grasping her hips, he began to move her faster over his cock, pushing in deeper.

This wouldn't do.

Lifting her up off his lap, he bent her over the large wooden chair, and slipped in behind her his cock pushing in as far as it could go. Pounding harder and faster he could feel his balls begin to tighten, he knew it wouldn't be long now.

Normally he would try to quiet her, but today, he wanted her screaming.

Faster and harder he drove in. 

Moaning and panting, he firmly grabbed her hips, and with one hard push, held her against him, spilling his hot cum deep inside of her.

He turned her to face him, and his mouth met hers, kissing her tenderly on the lips.

"And good morning to you too sexy man."