7 comments/ 72390 views/ 16 favorites Weekend Away By: uppishcarrot "What a perfect weekend," Mark thought as he jumped into the pool to join his friends. Usually shy, today Mark was unusually confident and extroverted, mainly because of his new girlfriend Linda. Unlike other girls, this one actually liked him. Linda was a goddess and Mark was incredibly lucky to call her his girlfriend. She was tall, had long jet-black hair, bronzed skin and bright baby-blue eyes. He swam over to her and the two locked in a kiss as his friends began to tease their public display of affection. "get a room why don't you!" one of the guys called out. The fact of the matter was; the two had not had sex yet. The truth was, Mark was still a virgin and he was way to shy and afraid to make a move before. Tonight would be different. Linda had always thought it was kind of odd that Mark didn't want to 'jump her' or that he had never made a 'move' on her in that fashion, but he made it clear to her that tonight was going to be the night. She understood then and there that he was an old fashioned guy and he wanted their first time together to be special. The group were vacationing in Mexico, Cancun; 4 couples in total. All the girls were close friends and all the guys were best buddies. It was a fantastic weekend thus far and although it was just beginning, Mark knew that nothing could possibly go wrong. As Mark showered alone in his bathroom, he began to fantasize what sex would be like, or better yet, what sex with Linda would be like. Would she be an aggressive lover? A passionate lover? An affectionate lover? As these thoughts raced through his mind he found himself masturbating; he imagined Linda underneath him, breathing heavily in his ear, panting, moaning. The images soon took their toll and Mark ejaculated all over the shower glass. As he cleaned himself off, someone downstairs must have turned on the hot water because Mark was suddenly showered upon with freezing ice cold water. He fumbled ever so quickly to turn off the taps. The water was so cold, it hurt. He stepped out of the shower reaching for his towel, when suddenly the door flung open. It was Linda's friend, Gloria; she'd accidentally walked in on him. "Oh god!" She looked down to his shriveled privates, "I'm sorry." Stricken with sudden embarrassment, Mark fell trying to grab a towel to cover himself. Gloria turned to leave as Mark started to shout out at her, angrily "Get out! Get the fuck out! Get out you bitch! Leave". Gloria ran out of there, more embarrassed than he was. Mark regained his composure and he looked down at his privates. He had always known he was small and now he feared that Gloria would be telling all the girls about it later that evening. He began to think "If only shed seen me a few seconds earlier with my hard-on" Later that evening while the boys played football on the beach, the girls huddled around the fire as Gloria began to 'spill her guts' out to the group on what she had witnessed from Mark. In the group were Paula; a young law student, Katelyn, a waitress, Linda, Marks soon to be ex and Gloria, the blabber-mouth. "It was so embarrassing! I felt so bad for him." "Why, what did he do?" Katelyn asked. "Well, he screamed and covered himself. Then he started yelling, screaming, 'get out'! 'get out'. It was all so awkward." Gloria said "Sounds like he's over reacting." Paula added. "Hmm, no I can understand his embarrassment. He was naked, vulnerable." Gloria said. "So? That's still no way to carry on." Paula added. Katelyn then asked the question to Linda, "Have you ever seen him naked?" "Umm, no, why?" "Oh my god. Head for the hills girl." Gloria said on the verge of laughter "Why? What do you mean?" more than anything, Linda seemed confused. "His dick is like a little tootsie roll." Gloria said before bursting out in giggles. In fact, all the girls started to giggle, Linda was clearly embarrassed. "Shut up. Stop it." She said. "No, I'm serious! I've never seen anything so small in my life." Gloria added. "Well how small was it?" Paula asked. Gloria thought for a minute..."It was kinda like.... A tube of lipstick but.... smaller." Rounds of laughter started again, now the girls were laughing right at Linda. "It was pink! Very pink!" Gloria added. "Oh god!" Linda said in frustration. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" "Oh honey! Just give him a mercy fuck, you'll probably never see him again anyway." Katelyn said. "No! Never give them mercy fucks. He's gonna have all the fun while you don't feel anything! Its not fair for you. Don't let him fuck you..... just say you got your period or something." Paula said. "I bet he's a virgin. His schnitzel looked so unused!" more fits of laughter. "I would've loved to have seen it." Paula said. "Why? Its not exactly pretty, its kinda funny but at the same time, kinda sad." Gloria said. "I'm just saying, we could use it to our advantage if we had a photo of him nude. We could make him like our slave or something." Paula said. "oh god yeah! He'd do anything to protect his precious reputation." Katelyn added. Linda thought for a minute, she didn't want to hurt Mark, but at the same time she felt incredibly frustrated that she wouldn't be getting fucked tonight. "How much do you wanna bet that we'll get a photo of it?" Linda said. The four of them then devised a plan where they would unexpectedly trap Mark and get that 'special' photo. Later that night after dinner and after afew margaritas, all the guys and their girlfriends went to bed. Mark and Linda were alone. It was clear he was incredibly nervous. He didn't know what to do next. Linda leaned in and kissed him. "Gloria saw you naked." She said to him, his cheeks went beet red. "oh...ahh...." He was speechless. "Don't be shy. I like what I heard." She lied, obviously, but Mark believed her. "Really? What did she say?" She leaned in a said in a deep sexy voice, "she said that you were a horse." Mark let out a grunt, "Oh yeah! I try not to brag about it." Linda let out a laugh, "Oh my! You're so modest!.... Do you mind if Gloria watches us?" Now Mark was nervous again. "She wants to watch us? She's got a boyfriend!" "She just wants to watch. It'll just be our secret..... you might even get lucky and fuck both of us." Mark sprouted an erection; he'd never been more turned on before in his life. "Oh! Do I see a bulge? It looks like its warming up huh?" Linda coed. "err, yeah, its almost completely hard" he said lying again. She kissed him and told him to meet her upstairs in five minutes. The girls had decided not to tell the other guys about this prank. Katelyn and Paula waited in the closet as Gloria waited on the bed. Linda walked in, "He fell for it. You should have heard him! It was so pathetic." "are you ready?" Gloria asked, eager to give a show. "Oh yeah!" Linda responded. Then there was a knock at the door. "Can I come in?" Mark asked. Mark entered the room as Linda pinned him against the wall, pressing her lips to his, shoving her tongue into his inexperienced mouth. Her hand squeezed and rubbed his ridiculously small bulge, but she played the game like a pro, "hmmm, feels nice, you're really hung aren't you?" "you better believe it honey" Mark said as Gloria let out a little giggle. As Linda kissed his neck, Gloria waved her pinkie at him. Suddenly Mark felt as though Gloria had done this on purpose. To get Linda's hopes up only to be severely disappointed. "Oh, Linda, do you think I'm ready for a bit of that donkey cock?" she said. Linda broke off and both she and Mark turned to look at the her. Gloria's micro-skirt was hitched right up and she cheerfully exposed her pussy. It was cleanly shaven, her pink lips glistening with her juices. Mark couldn't even speak as he watched her trace a finger up and down her hot slit. "Darling," said Linda, "I think you're more than ready. Mind you, I'm getting pretty hot, I guess we'll have to let Mark choose which cunt he wants first." Mark was nervous, "oh... what? I g.." Gloria cut him off, "-It'll be our secret honey, just don't disappoint us...." She said. Linda slowly pulled down her panties and joined Gloria on the bed. She began to finger her pussy, "Gloria," gasped Linda, "you know how much I love your finger action, but I think we both need some of Mark's cock first." They both watched with anticipating eyes for Mark to drop his shorts. In the closet, Katelyn and Paula were recording with two camera's. "Go on! We don't have all day honey! Show her what I saw today!" Gloria teased. Mark knew that Linda would be disappointed. "Go on honey! Show me that cock!" Linda teased. As Mark slid his shorts down, he felt his balls tighten together..... He tried desperately to hold back but he was so turned on, nothing could stop him. Hot spunk gushed from his cock before he'd even managed to get his shorts off. He'd sprayed himself with his own semen, all over his stomach and chest. "argh!" The girls couldn't believe it, neither of them had ever seen anything like this. Mark pulled his shorts up before anyone could see his cock; but surely this was way more humiliating than 'being small'. "I, I'm sorry," he gasped, feeling his face redden almost instantly. "Oh my god," laughed Linda Almost suddenly all the girls jumped out of the closet in laughter. "Surprise pin-dick!" Kaylynn shouted. Mark yelped in embarrassment and terror, they were recording this! "Talk about self control!" Paula added. "You'll probably die a virgin! No girl wants a tiny dick-ed midget who cums at the very thought of pussy!" Gloria said. The girls continued to laugh at his expense for several minutes. Mark was on the verge of tears, "aww! Poor little limp-dick is about to cry," Linda said. With that, the girls jumped him and removed his shorts anyway. He had major 'nervous-dick'. It had literally disappeared. The girls moved in with their cameras, recording his utter humiliation. Linda and Gloria were laughing the hardest. "Your ego has shrunk! Shrunk!" Gloria said as she laughed harder and harder. With that, the girls had decided to make his humiliation complete and completely destroy his confidence and for all. With her lipstick, Gloria wrote on his chest "I HAVE A TINY DICK-LET". The girls continued to laugh, Mark was defenseless, unable to move. "We own you honey, from now on you are our little slave.... If you don't play ball, everybody you know will see what we saw tonight" Gloria said. Through his tears Mark asked, "Why?" "Because I'm bored and this is fun, little man" Linda said. Weekend Away I can't tell you exactly how I felt when I got the text: I have plans for you this weekend. Check your email. Obediently, I opened my email account and found this note waiting for me: "You have been asking for a rendezvous weekend. I have one planned. All arrangements have already been completed. Pack your bags. You will need: a black lace thong, a pair of black high heels, an outfit to wear into the hotel and an outfit to wear out once our weekend is over, a book or two, a few basic toiletries, and nothing else. I am bringing everything else you will need. You will not masturbate or have any attention given to your pussy until then." The instructions brought a smile to my lips and I felt my panties dampen against my pussy as my mind lingered over the promise of a fun weekend. I practically groaned out loud, "It's only Wednesday." I badgered him for details but the only information I could forge from his tight-lipped monosyllabic answers was that it was a weekend seminar he had to attend and because his colleague had cancelled at the last minute he had decided to bring me. But it was when he said, "No one will know you are with me. For no reason, other than that's the way I planned it." Maybe it was his tone of voice, maybe it was what was implied – whatever it was I felt my body tense and a twinge of anticipation throbbed within my lower pelvic area! Our plane left at 9pm Friday night. I could hardly wait until he got home from work. My bag had been packed for a couple of days, to tell the truth, since Wednesday. His large suitcase sitting by the front door made me nervous and excited me all at the same time. He had cleverly locked it, not only to keep the contents a secret but also because he knew the lock would serve to ignite my excitement. Over breakfast that morning he had found every excuse to touch me, I was already a ball of pent up excitement and was on a breaking point. Four days without release is hard on a girl if you are used to the release on a regular basis. I practically burst into tears when he slid his hand down the front of my pajama pants and cupped my pussy in his hand while he whispered how much he was looking forward to the weekend. His finger lingered, a little longer on my clit as he withdrew his hand and started to head out for work. With desperation and defiance I spoke at his retreating back, "I have to work from home today, is it against your rule if I masturbate with no climax." I didn't think he had heard me. His routine of jacket, briefcase, car keys didn't stop and he didn't even look at me. But something made me hesitate saying it again or even asking if he had heard me. Then he had stopped at the front door, hand on the knob and without turning around spoke with a hard voice, "You can hump my suitcase if you like. You can slide your pussy on the zipper and drag your slutty wet cunt across the handle but you will not climax and you had better hope the valet can't figure out what the smell is when I ask him. Actually I order you to do this. Make sure you slide yourself all over it like a dog in heat." I could tell from his voice my question had not pleased him and the tears stung my eyes knowing his answer was more punishment than pleasure. I had been obedient though. After a morning of calls and emails I had thrown myself onto his suitcase and humped it like the obedient bitch I am. The zipper was cold and uncomfortable on my clit and the leather handle hard and stiff against my pussy lips but it brings blush to my lips when I think about how many times I had to stop in order to avoid cumming. Finally he was home and we headed for the airport. Though he looked at little longer at his suitcase he didn't ask or say anything about my performance earlier. In fact, we talked about mundane things on the way and during our wait in the airport. A casual passerby would never have guessed what thoughts raced through our minds. On the plane his voice changed, it became more authoritative and hard. "As soon as the seatbelt lights turn off, go to the bathroom, take off your panties and put this in your pussy." He handed me an innocuous silver egg with a tiny wire. I wondered briefly how he had gotten it through security. As soon as the seatbelt light flashed off I walked down the airplane aisle and stepped into the tiny bathroom. I took off my panties and placed the silver egg into my pussy. No need for lube, my pussy was already damply slick. I walked slowly back to the seat, my pussy carefully clenched around the egg. I saw him turn slightly in his seat and our eyes met momentarily. Almost immediately I felt a tremor of vibration and I had to bite my lip to keep back an involuntary groan. Even though I had suspected, known, what it was I wasn't prepared for my reaction. Somehow I made it back to my seat and I sat down carefully. The pressure of the seat and his increase of the vibration took my breath away. "How does it feel?" "Very nice, sir." For the rest of the plane ride he would increase the speed, turn it down, off, on to full speed. It was a most pleasant torture, and my clit throbbed with a need for release. "Are you going to let me cum?" I whispered hoarsely. "What?" he asked. "Are you going to let me cum," I whispered again leaning towards him. "Ask me out loud and I will think about it." I pleaded with my eyes but I couldn't say it out loud. He laughed. "So stubborn." And turned the vibrator on high for a few seconds before turning it off completely. I almost cried. Finally the plane landed. We rented a car and checked into the hotel. He specifically ordered a valet to help us with the baggage. We were silent as we walked to our room but at the door of our room he had turned to the man helping us. "I have a question for you, my bag smells oddly this sounds crazy but would you just smell it to see what you think?" My cheeks reddened furiously and I couldn't help my quick intake of breath. The man bent down to put his nose closer to the suitcase – maybe it was my imagination but he stood up quickly and no longer met my eyes when he answered, "No sir, smells like the rubber of the conveyor belt to me." Even later – turning the moment over in my head – I wasn't convinced he hadn't lied. It wasn't until the door clicked behind us that he said anything. "So we have talked about a lot of things. Some of which we have never been able to try for whatever reason. I am going to try to pack a lot into this weekend. Think you can handle it." I nodded. "You will not speak unless explicitly directed to, you will only do what I am told. Think you can handle this?" I nodded again. "Good, go take your clothes off and wait for me in the shower. Don't turn the water on and don't take that egg out of your pussy." I stood in the shower stall naked. Waiting. And waiting. I could hear him moving around in the bedroom. I didn't dare leave the shower and I knew I couldn't ask him how long he was going to be without being impertinent. Finally I heard him approaching, but all he did was close the door to the shower stall on me use the sink to wash his face and brush his teeth. He left the bathroom. I heard the TV turn on and then heard him speaking, on the phone I assumed. Then I heard him returning. The stall door opened. He reached out and yanked my hair, twisting it around his fist and pulling me down, "On your knees." I hit the tile harder than I planned and I winced in pain, but the next moment the pain was forgotten as a stream of warm piss hit my chest. His hand left my hair and I felt the egg inside my pussy stir to a medium speed. I looked down and watched the yellow stream down my thighs and puddle at my knees before going down the drain. "Suck me clean." I looked up sharply. But he did not appear to be joking so I leaned up on my knees and took his limp cock head in my mouth. It spasmed and hardened slightly in my mouth. The salty taste of his urine gagged me and I felt a line of drool fall out of my mouth as I frantically tried to rid myself of the taste. "SUCK me clean." I sucked harder and his cock responded by getting harder. He pushed his hips into me and I felt his cock slam into the back of my throat. "Enough." And then the stall door closed. I heard his voice from the other side, "Don't move until I come back." His piss dried, stinging my skin slightly with its acidity. The vibration in my vagina soothed me and I focused on the pleasure building up in my pussy since it took my mind away from the discomfort of the being naked in a puddle of piss. How long I stayed like that I am not sure. I didn't cum. The pain of my awkward position on the hard tile, the smell and feel of drying piss hampered my pleasure. I heard him come back in and the door opened again. I barely had a chance to look up when another warm stream of piss hit me on the top of my head. I closed my eyes and moaned as the vibrator in my pussy increased in speed and the rivulets of warm liquid dripped down my hair. He didn't ask me to clean him this time; he just wiped his cock in my hair and turned on shower. The water that hit me was so cold it practically knocked me over. I don't know if the cold shower would have continued, but there was a knock at the hotel door. "Fix the temperature. Clean yourself up, take the egg from your pussy and make sure its smooth for me." He called over his shoulder as he left the bathroom. When I finished I came out and found him sitting on the bed. There was a platter of food on the table and lying next to the platter was a cup of ice, a riding crop, a wooden paddle, and ball gag. "Before you are allowed to eat, I get to redden your ass. Bend over the bed. Ass in the air." I obeyed. I heard the iced tinkle in the glass and then felt him run it over my asshole and down to my pussy. It was a thick piece of ice and I winced slightly when he shoved into in my vagina. "Hold this in, if it falls out you will be punished." I felt the heat of my pussy already start to melt the ice and I realized no matter how tightly I held it, the ice was going to melt and eventually it would fall out. Already tiny rivulets of cold water were dripping down my thighs. He reached through my legs pinching my pussy lips together viciously, "Hold it in slut, is your cunt so loose you can't hold it?" "Its melting." I whined. He responded with a painful pull of my pussy and an insertion of the ball gag into my mouth. "If I want to hear your opinion, I will ask for it. Understand? I thought I made this clear...this weekend even when you are without your ball gag I only want you to talk if I ask you specifically. Understand." I gurgled slightly and resigned myself to nodding my head. The movement of nodding my head caused the melting piece of ice to slip from my pussy and I groaned when I heard it tinkle onto a glass plate he had placed underneath my pussy. He laughed. I felt the stinging blow of the riding crop smack across my ass. The blow was delivered with a strength not often used in our play and it literally took my breath away. My legs trembled and I momentarily fell forward on to the bed. "This will never do." I felt him grab my hair and drag me over to the couch in the sitting area of our hotel room. Unceremoniously he draped me over the high arm. My ass was forced up in air so no matter how my body reacted to your spankings it would never fall. "Don't move." He walked away, when he returned he replaced the plate beneath me and shoved a piece of ice into my pussy. This time, however, a shower of blows from the wooden paddle rained down on my ass and it wasn't long before the ice slipped from my vagina and tinkled on to the plate. My reddening ass was cropped and then another ice cube shoved into my pussy. Again the wooden paddle, the tinkle of ice on the plate, the crop. This was repeated until my legs shook violently, spittle covered the couch, puddling from both sides of the ball gag and my ass felt like it was on fire. Finally, a cropping was not followed by a rough insertion of ice and I felt his hands slide over my ass, caressing the welts and fingering the furrows of heat left by the crop. "Time to eat." He said as he took the ball gag from my mouth. After a silent dinner in our bedroom area he told me to stay there and walked into the sitting area. I heard the TV click on and chair springs as he settled down. "Crawl in here," he commanded. I obediently got down on my hands and knees and crawled in the sitting area. "Come here, I want a stool that can suck my cock." I crawled, my head towards him. His cock lay, semi hard, in front of me. I felt his legs rest on my back and I leaned forward taking his cock in my mouth. I began slowly, sucking without moving but it wasn't long before and I forgot myself. I yelped when I felt the crop on my ass. "I want a stool to suck my cock, not a vibrating leg rest." I nodded and continued to suck his hardened cock without moving. His cock throbbed in my mouth, "Lean back," he ordered. I obeyed and a moment later a stream of cum struck me unceremoniously in my face, dripping on my nose, my lips and down my chin. "Perfect. Go wash your face and lets get some sleep. We have an early morning. My seminar starts at 8am and I have work here to take care of before I leave." It was hard getting to sleep that night, my ass ached and I was excited about what the morning would bring. I felt like I had barely slept at all when the alarm buzzed. Without even turning over he muttered, "Get in the shower, scrub all of you and make sure your legs and pussy are smooth." I practically leapt from the bed and headed to the shower. I enjoyed a few minutes of looking at my red swollen ass as I waited for the shower water to warm. I felt my pussy tingle and throb just thinking about the night before. I didn't realize he had come into the bathroom while I was showering so I was a bit surprised to see him leaning against the sink when I stepped from the shower stall. "Lean over the sink." "But I am dripping wet, I get cold." I spoke without thinking. Without a word he stepped closer and smacked me open palm across my face. I was startled to tears. "I thought you understood? Do you understand, answer." "I do, sir. Sorry sir." "Lean over the sink." This time I obeyed without a word. "Spread your ass cheeks with your hands." Again I obeyed. I felt warm water poured on my ass. "I am going to shave your ass hole, so don't move. I don't want to nick you." The razor felt cold on my ass and I pucker involuntarily. "Don't move," he barked. I nodded and was still as he finished shaving me. When he finished he took out a suction cup dildo and stuck it to the tile floor outside the shower. "I want you to fuck this while I take a shower." While he showered I squatted above the plastic cock and slide myself up and down its length. My ass hurt from the paddling the night before and my asshole felt strange from the shave. Finally I heard the water shut off and the shower stall door swing open. "Don't stop." I looked up to see him stroking his hard cock while he watched me fucking the floor. "Turn around, I want to see your red ass and newly shaved ass while you fuck it." I obediently slid around, squatting slowly down, impaling myself on the fake cock as he watched. It wasn't long before I heard him grunt and it was with great pleasure I saw a thick white stream hit the glass shower wall as I watched over my shoulder. "Go lay down on the bed." I laid down on the bed and waited while he finished his morning toiletries. When he came into the bedroom he bent down and savagely bit my tits. "Your backside is nicely taken of, now for your front." He produced a pack of clothespins and slowly began to place them on my nipples, the sides of my breasts, my belly button, my pussy lips, and a row on each inside of my thigh. "Nice." He said as you stood above me, "Don't move I am going to get dressed." He took his time getting dressed – it seemed like an eternity before he stood over me again. Leaning down he kissed me. "I am going to take off the clothes pins and then I want you to turn over and kneel on all fours." The excruciating pain of the pins being removed was so great and only slightly relieved by his hand fingering my pussy as he removed them. My skin was red and puckered at the spots where the clothespins had been. My pussy throbbed, incessantly. When the pins were removed I obediently turned over on all fours and felt his fingers probe me from behind. Delicately pinching my sore, swollen pussy lips. "Spread your ass checks." I leaned uncomfortably on my face and reached behind pulling my ass apart. I felt a cold liquid sliding along my puckering hole and then a painful push as something equally cold was inserted into my tight asshole. I felt his hand push the object in until the palm of his hand rested on my ass cheeks. "You don't have to keep this in all day but I suggest you do so because when I come home I will expect all your holes ready for me and my pleasure. I will call you when the seminar is over. When I walk through this door I want to you to meet me with your black lace thong and heels, ready to serve." He smacked my ass hard, the dildo rammed into my ass and tears sprang to my eyes. Without another word he left. The day crawled by. I spent a lot of time thinking about the night before. And the pain in my ass from the dildo he had shoved up it before he left! Finally the phone rang, I saw his name light up the screen. I didn't even say anything before he spoke, "Be ready, I am getting on the elevator." For some reason I thought I would be given more time so I had to run to put on my black lace thong and heels. I didn't know how exactly he wanted me to greet his so I simply knelt by the door. His smile as he walked through the door told me I had made the right choice. He kissed me briefly. "I am tired and I have a long night ahead. I will tell you what I have planned, first undress me." I stood and slowly unbuttoned his shirt pushing my tits against his chest as I pushed the shirt off. Again kneeling in front of him, I untied his shoes and took his socks off. I slowly unbuckled his belt and slid my hand inside his waistband as I undid his pants. His cock bulged against his boxer shorts as I slid them off his hips and down his legs. I smiled. "So tonight I am having dinner with some friends I met at the seminar, you will stay here." My eyes must have showed my disappointment because he responded by sliding his finger along the crotch of my panties and into my pussy pulling me closer to him with his finger. "You are here to serve me, nothing else. Go start the water." He removed his finger and I walked to the bathroom to start the shower. "Now, I want a wash cloth that can suck my cock." Standing in the shower, he poured soap on my tits and chest. "Now rub yourself on me, all over me especially my cock and my ass." After the shower he put shaving cream on my tits, I sat on the sink and rubbed my tits on his face. While he shaved, I knelt behind him and licked his ass and feet, as he had ordered. "Do you still have the butt plug in?" "Yes sir." "Ok, I am hope you are ready for me. Go kneel on all fours on the coffee table." He followed and once I had climbed onto the table walked up in front of me. "Open your mouth and keep it open." Without waiting for an answer he shoved his cock in and out of my mouth, then walked around and shoved his cock into my pussy. I was dry but a few quick thrusts of his cock and I felt my pussy drip. Again he pulled out and walked around me, again thrusting into my mouth. Then he walked around slowly gripped my ass and ever so slowly put the head of his cock into my asshole. The pain was excruciating but my pussy dripped from the intense pleasure of it. The pressure of his cock increased as he pushed against and into my protesting asshole. I moaned and shifted my weight willing myself to relax and accept his cock into every hole. Again he waited. My ass searing from being so stretched. Again the pressure. Again a wait. A push. And then his patience was spent and he shoved hard against my ass, I felt his balls hit my pussy and his thighs against my ass and knew his cock had completely impaled my ass. The pain was extreme and I felt tears running down my face even as my pussy's wetness slipped down my thighs. He pulled out slowly and pushed in, once, twice and by the third time he was pulling out and in hard against my ass. I felt my asshole stretch and accept his cock until at last he came hard, filling my ass with his cum. I felt embarrassed kneeling - on display with cum dripping from my ass, my pussy wet and my face red from crying in pain. Weekend Away "You will stay there until I leave for dinner. Then I want you to go and clean yourself up. I want you to clean up this room. Make sure there is no smell of a wanton slut in here. Do your hair, put make up on, put on the outfit I will lay out for you on the bed and wait for me to come back to the room. I will be back in exactly 3 hours. I will not alert you to my arrival you will just be ready. Ready to serve me and whoever I decide to bring back. Do you understand?" I felt a shiver of anxiousness, almost fear, slide up my spine. But in the same moment I thought and answered, "I can't wait, sir." Weekend Away Just landed, be home soon! announced a text from my wife, startling me awake. I was lying alone in our bed, anxiously awaiting her return from her long weekend away. It was late on Sunday night, but I picked up my phone, instantly wide awake. Can't wait to see you! I replied, wondering what her homecoming would be like. I'd spent the weekend taking care of the kids, cleaning the house, and missing her terribly. She, on the other hand, had spent the weekend in Las Vegas with Ty, her very large and very rich black bull. Since meeting him about a year earlier, our sex life had become a whirlwind as the cuckolding fantasy that had started out as my secret had come incredibly to life. This was the first time Michelle had traveled to see him. At first I was very hesitant at the idea, but she'd been so excited to spend a weekend with him that in the end I couldn't refuse her. I went through the house, wanting to be sure everything was neat and tidy for Michelle's return, thinking of the text messages she'd sent me while she'd been gone. We'd only talked on the phone a couple brief times, once when she'd landed in Las Vegas and once when she was out with Ty at a club. It had been almost impossible to hear, but she'd been laughing and I could hear his deep voice in the background. I'd planned to shower and shave once she was on her way home, hoping futilely that Michelle would be in the mood to have sex with me when she got home. I couldn't get her messages out of my mind as I showered. They'd started out innocently enough, with her keeping me informed about where she was and that she was alright, etc. But later Thursday evening they had gradually changed to mocking and teasing from my cuckoldress. I knew that the empowerment of cuckolding me turned her on, and as the weekend wore on this became more and more apparent in her messages. I put on some pajama pants and a t-shirt that Michelle had given me and that I knew she liked, again hoping to impress her in any way that I could. I first waited in the living room, then in our bedroom, then again in the living room, my nervousness growing as her arrival neared. Lights flashed across the room as the towncar pulled into our driveway, and I heard Michelle talking with the driver as he got her bag for her. My cock sprang to life for the hundredth time since she'd left, my mind racing racing as I thought about what her homecoming would be like. I went to the door to help her with her suitcase, my pajama pants embarrassingly tent poled. 'Hi, Hon,' I said, opening the door for her and reaching for her suitcase. She was wearing an outfit I didn't recognize - very expensive looking heels, black tights, and a loose, low cut top belted at her waist. 'You look gorgeous!' I smiled nervously, taking her bag and holding the door for her. As she moved past me into the house, I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra and the blouse was cut low enough for me to catch a glimpse of her nipple. Michelle turned back to me as I closed the door and set her bag aside, striking a pose and smiling. 'You like?' she asked, laughing softly. 'Seriously, Hon... gorgeous!' I stammered, looking my wife up and down, 'I love that outfit... and I love you! I'm so glad you're home,' I gushed. I moved to hug her awkwardly, unsure of where I stood with her after her weekend with Ty. Michelle stepped closer, opening her arms to me. I hugged my wife tightly, relieved beyond belief to have her back in my arms. 'I missed you so much, Sweetheart,' I whispered, burying my head in her hair. I realized that she smelled like Ty's cologne. 'Seriously... I'm so happy to see you, I'm so glad you're home!' I blathered, realizing that Michelle wasn't saying anything. 'This was the longest weekend of my life!' I laughed lamely, stepping back from her. Michelle looked at me, smiling. She reached up and put a hand on my cheek, her smile changing to one of... pity . 'Oh Bri... it was the best weekend of mine!' she smiled. 'Want to go upstairs and hear about it?' she asked, smirking. 'Y-yes,' I stammered, stunned. Michelle took my hand and pulled me up the stairs to our bedroom. I'd cleaned the room twice over the weekend, wanting it to look perfect for Michelle when she got home... and needing the busywork to keep myself occupied while she was with Ty. She sat me on the end of our king sized bed and stood in front of me, smiling. Beaming, in fact. 'It was amazing, Bri!' she said, practically giddy. 'I did things that I never... never thought I would, it was just so incredible! It all felt so wild... I kept surprising myself and kept thinking 'oh my god... what are you doing?'' she laughed. 'But Ty... he has a...' she thought for a moment, 'a power or something over me,' she sighed, eyes shining at the idea. I reached up to her to pull her closer, and she smiled down at me. 'Wait, Sweetie,' Michelle told me, hesitating. 'What is it, Hon?' I asked, looking up at her, dying to touch her. 'I just... I just want you to know that I didn't do anything this weekend that I didn't want to... that I was... safe the whole time,' Michelle said, stepping closer to me and stroking my hair. 'Wh-what do you mean, Hon?' I asked concerned and confused that she'd say something like that. 'Ty... got to have me every way he wanted, Sweetie,' she smiled down at me again, gauging my reaction. 'He gets very rough...,' she said, pulling the collar of her top open to reveal the bite marks on her neck. She smiled proudly. 'Honey!' I gasped, pulling her closer, trying to comfort my wife. 'It's okay! Really, Sweetie... it's okay,' Michelle laughed, adding softly, 'I loved it.' 'Oh my god, Michelle...' I whispered, the level to which Ty had taken my wife slowly dawning on me. 'There's more, Cucky... I want you to be ready, okay?' she asked. 'Y-yes,' I whispered, in awe of the woman standing before me, aching to touch her. 'Take off my belt,' Michelle ordered as she started to unbutton her top. I hurriedly reached to unbuckle her belt, out of my mind to know what my wife meant by 'more.' 'Easy, Cucky! Slow down!' she chided as I dropped her belt away in a rush. She'd only loosened one button, and she was taking her time with the second. She smiled down at me again, swaying her hips teasingly. Michelle moved her hands to her slim hips, thrusting her chest out. I could see her nipples straining against the fabric of her top. 'You get the rest, Cucky,' she laughed, 'and slowly!' I reached up to undo the remaining buttons, struggling to do it slowly. The top was very low cut, so there were only three more to do. I stopped and looked up at my wife as I finished. The top dangled open, baring her smooth skin from her neck to the top of her tights, but covering her breasts. 'Good Boy,' Michelle smiled. She then reached up and slowly opened one side of her shirt, revealing her left breast. I gasped at the sight. Michelle's nipple was purple and swollen. I could clearly make out more teeth marks surrounding her swollen and obviously tender nipple. 'Kiss it, Cuck,' she ordered softly. I tenderly leaned forward and kissed my wife's breast. I tried to gently take her swollen nipple in my mouth, but she pulled away. I looked up at her, seeing her nod of approval as I pushed the top aside to reveal her right breast. 'Oh, Baby...' I sighed, looking up at her with concern. Her right breast was bruised, the nipple just as swollen as the one I'd just kissed. I was shocked to realize the bruises looked like a large hand print. 'Kiss it,' Michelle whispered, eyes shining as she looked down at me. I kissed my wife's sore nipple softly, then layed my head against her chest as she pulled me close, hugging me tight. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her. 'Are you really okay, Hon?' I asked after a few moments of her holding me. 'Yes, Baby...' she replied, thinking a moment, 'I am. I loved every second of it.' Michelle let go of me then, shrugging her top off and dropping it to the floor. She turned around, putting her perfect ass in my face. 'Just the tights, Cucky... take them down,' she said softly. I reached for her waist band, slowly rolling it down a bit to reveal the top of a white lacy thong. Being careful not to pull the thong down, I slowly eased the tights down. I bent to help Michelle step out of the tights and as I sat back up, I gasped yet again. My wife's round little ass was red and mottled, bruised all over. 'Kiss it, Boy,' she softly ordered again. I kissed Michelle's red bottom all over, gently and tenderly trying to make it feel better. I could feel the heat of her skin with my lips. She turned to me after a few minutes of me kissing her ass. Looking down at me, smiling. Her eyes sparkled. She put her hands on my shoulders. 'I got fucked, Bri,' she told me. 'In ways you never, ever could do me, Little One,' she smiled, pushing me back on the bed. We moved up to the pillows, lying in each others arms. My head was on Michelle's chest. I could hear her heart beating, feel her breath rising and falling. I was staring at her swollen nipples. Nipples that her Bull had sucked roughly, had bitten hard. My wife's breasts were bruised and battered... her ass was red and sore... and there was nothing I could do about it. Worse, there was nothing she wanted me to do about it! She'd taken it willingly from another man. I didn't know what to say. 'I love you,' I said softly after we'd lain together for many minutes. 'I love you, too, Sweetie,' Michelle told me. I gently thrust myself against Michelle's thigh, my cock throbbing. I'd been rock hard since Michelle had gotten home and I was desperate for release. 'What's that, Cucky?' Michelle asked. I could hear her smile. 'I want you, Michelle... please,' I breathed, running my hand across her stomach. 'No, Cucky,' she stated bluntly. 'I gave Ty everything I had this weekend, you'll have to wait.' she chided. 'Please!' I begged. 'No. Stop!' Michelle ordered. I reluctantly relaxed, stopped pressing myself against her thigh. 'Good boy, Little One,' Michelle teased, stroking my head. 'You know... you have one more place to kiss, Cucky,' she said. I looked up at her, hesitant. Hoping she meant what I thought. 'Go on, Cucky,' Michelle smiled, looking down at her thong. I got up and moved quickly between Michelle's legs. 'Slowly!' She reminded me, laughing at my silly eagerness. 'Yes, sorry...' I panted. 'I've just been thinking about this all weekend, Babe,' I gushed. 'Oh, Cucky... Don't worry,' Michelle teased, 'I brought you your present... Ty filled me again and again.' My wife spread her legs slightly, allowing me to climb between them. As I got closer, I could see a small wet spot on her panties. I pressed my nose to her mound and inhaled deeply, my head spinning as I smelled my wife's sex intermingled with Ty's. As reached up to pull her thong off, Michelle giggled softly as it stuck to her slightly. 'Oh, Honey,' I whispered. Michelle was swollen and red, her labia and clit engorged. Her thighs were bruised. She was obviously still wet, though I couldn't tell if it was from her or from Ty. I inhaled again, basking in the scent of my wife and her lover's mixed juices. 'Clean me,' Michelle ordered. I licked deeply, needing no further instruction.