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Weekend Pet

By: Scarcrow



Linda was Paul's "weekend pet", or so he liked to call her. Neither of them was looking for a relationship, and neither of them wanted to be in one with each other. But Linda was a submissive, and she loved being subjected to everything Paul did to her when they did get together, she loved his power over her, and she loved his long, fat cock. It was biggest cock she had ever had inside her. Paul considered himself lucky. It wasn't often that a guy came across a woman who wouldn't become emotionally attached, but would fuck him at a drop of a hat in any and every way he demanded. She gave in to his every twisted desire and begged for more. 

Paul called her on Thursday night and told her simply that he would be picking her up on Saturday at 7:00 P.M. She was to wear a short skirt, high heel pumps, and a tight tank top with nothing else. Linda knew full well what "nothing else" meant as she pulled the stretchy tan colored top over her head and down over her bra-less tits. It was one of her favorite shirts with a tight elastic bottom that clung to her torso just below her large, fleshy tits. It clung to her breasts, outlining her stiff nipples perfectly and allowed for plenty of skin to show on the way down to the pleated black skirt that hung low on her waste. Her freshly shaved pussy tingled with excitement as she finished putting her long, blond hair into pigtails and touched up her make up.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she blushed. She was hot, she had to admit. A few inches under six feet, she was tall for girl, with legs, firm and toned from rigorous exercise that seemed to go on forever. Her hips flared out erotically to her thin waste and flat stomach. In her top, her huge tits seemed enormous, and a healthy view of natural cleavage bulged from the low top. Her face was youthful looking, and the makeup she applied gave her a very schoolgirl look with a definite splash of trashy whore. 

Paul obviously thought the same thing and attacked her when she answered the door. His hands groped at her body and his mouth mashed into hers. He could have devoured her right there, but he had plans for the evening. Finally breaking for her eager embrace, he looked her up and down and licked his lips before standing beside her and looking them over in Linda's hall, floor length mirror. They were quite a couple. Linda could have easily passed for an underage porn star, though she was in her mid-20s. Paul was older by a dozen years, with a mature, steely look that had won him a lot of attention with women. He came from a Spanish background, and the dark skin, rich, thick hair and rugged face had always appealed to the opposite sex. He was a tall man, and in excellent shape. He could have been a garden slug, as far as Linda cared, as long as he was able to fulfill her the way he did.

Paul led her to his Jaguar and drove off in a deliberate direction. They made small talk, nothing about work or their personal lives, but about world events and current affairs. Their personal lives had nothing to do with what they did when they were together. Paul's hand slid down her leg and between her thighs. He already knew she wore no bra, but had to test her panties. He was pleased, and slightly put out, that his fingers encountered only smooth, wet cunt. She only ever disobeyed him now when she wanted to be punished. Today she was obviously curious as to what Paul had in mind. 

Linda shuddered at his touch, and Paul worked his fingers around her lips and clit, and into her sopping pussy. In all his days, Paul had never encountered a women with the ability to cum as much, as frequently, and as powerfully as Linda. Within minutes her pussy quivered and she shrieked in orgasm from his gentle strokes. She pulled his hand away and up to her mouth, greedily sucking at her own juices that coated his fingers.

Paul brought them to a stop in a downtown parking lot next to a large, two-story building. A sign reading, "Whilshire Studios" hung across the front of the building. Linda raised her eyebrow at him, but Paul only smiled and climbed out of car. He stood patiently waiting for Linda to crawl out in her less than mobile attire. With a gesture, Paul headed for an unmarked door at the side of the building. Linda obediently walked two paces behind and slightly to his right as she had been trained. Her wet pussy tingled with excitement at the unknown surprise waiting beyond the door.

Inside, Linda was surprised to see that it was a dance studio. The lights were dimmed and music played softly in the background. A bar had been set up in one corner, and an area covering the far wall was completely curtained off with two separate entrances. Even as Linda watched, two men entered the curtain door on the right, while one man walked out. The entire room was filled with maybe fifty men of various ages, all well dressed and groomed. A half dozen women floated about, dressed in similarly enticing clothes as she was. Linda wasn't sure who she found more exciting, the handsome and well off men, or the sexy young women that oozed sex. As they floated, the women were kissed and freely groped by the men, some over their clothing, and many under. One of the girls suddenly broke free and headed into the door on the left. Many eyes turned and lingered on Linda's body when they entered, but Paul seemed not to notice. He pointed to his right ear and his pet jumped forward and rested her chin on his shoulder, awaiting instructions.

"Mingle through the crowd," he whispered to her, "and enjoy what the men have to give you. And when you're ready go through the curtain on the left." Paul said nothing more and immediately headed to the bar where he struck up a conversation with a man there. One of the girls approached him, and Linda felt her cunt drool even more as he looked straight into Linda's eyes and slid his hand down the front of the girl's tight leather pants. She reached out and held onto Paul's shoulder for support as he obviously fingered her through under her pants. So that was the game.

Over the next hour Linda mingled. When she approached the nearest man, a guy in his late thirties, though still with a full head of hair and fit looking body, he slipped his hand under her top and groped her full tit. She looked questioningly to Paul, but he only smiled and nodded. One by one the men touched and felt every part of her body. None of them spoke to her, but every one of them looked her over with complete lust. She came twice by their touches, but wanted more. A few more men entered and exited the right side, and one more woman disappeared into the apparent female section. She couldn't stand it any longer, and with a final questioning look to her master, who simply nodded, she broke away from the man who was sucking on her exposed tit and hurried through the curtain.

The enclosed section she found smelled of cum and pussy, and the sounds of moaning and sloppy fucking filled the air. There were ten women inside with her, all naked or mostly naked. Eight of them were lined up against the solid wall that separated the men's side from the women's. Linda saw a sight there that would fuel her lust for months to come. Holes were cut in the wall at waist height, and cocks of all types, shapes and sizes filled almost every hole. The eight women were positioned around the holes in various positions, with the untouched cocks waiting patiently for attention. Some girls were kneeling sucking on cock or rubbing it between their tits. Some were bent over at the waist, ramming their cunts back against them. One particularly flexible woman was facing the wall with her left leg pulled up flush against her body as she humped the cock face one. Almost all of the girls were covered in cum. The two that were not against the wall had dropped together into a corner, 69ing each other vigorously.


One of the girls, a tall, well built blonde let out a gasp and then a sigh. With a groan she pulled her ass away from the wall as the cock spurted its last blob of cum onto her ass cheek and slowly started to shrink. The woman looked up and saw Linda standing there and walked over. She was much taller than Linda, and bent down to kiss her on the lips. Linda could taste cum in her mouth as their tongues swirled around each other. She grabbed Linda's shoulders and forced her to her knees. But Linda didn't need to be forced. Eagerly, she dove into the woman's cunt, sucking and lapping at the cunt juice and thick cum that dribbled out. She allowed her hands to travel up the woman's body, covered in drops of cum, and squeezed her large tits before grabbing her ass and forcing her entire mouth against the cunt. The woman shuddered and spasmed, flooding her mouth with her juice. Linda drank it all, and only reluctantly let herself be pulled to her feet. The woman tore her shirt off and yanked her skirt down to her ankles. Leaving her clothes where they fell, the woman slipped in behind her, cupping and squeezing her tits, and pushed her towards a vacant section of the wall before slipping off to claim her own spot.

Linda stood before three hard cocks. One was kind of small, another long but thin, and the third average in length but very thick. Linda loved them all. Dropping down to the long, thin one in the middle, she took it into her mouth without hesitation and sucked it down her throat. She was blessed with no gag reflex, and could take most cock she encountered to the hilt. She purred as she sucked and bobbed on the long cock, loving the way it felt as it slid easily down her throat. Her hands reached out and jerked the other two off in time with her mouth fucking. She took turns on each cock, working them over with her fantastic mouth, loving the alternate feel and taste and texture of each. She was able to bring them all to the brink, and like a synchronized firing squad, one by one they blew off in her mouth in rapid succession. She sucked each dry, savouring the taste of their fluids before swallowing every drop. She moaned in pure delight.

Looking down the line she spotted another vacant cock. It was thick and long, and covered in veins. It looked rugged and manly, and Linda pounced on it before it was taken. All around her, the sights and sounds of sex filled the room, and she loved it all. She sucked the large cock into her mouth, taking it down her throat, coating it with her saliva. She could taste the flavour of another woman on the shaft; it wasn't the first time around for this cock. When she was certain it was good and slick, she spit it out and leaned up a bit. Linda purred as she wrapped her heavy tits around the cock and began jerking them on it. She paused a few times to suck it back into her mouth to reapply some saliva for lubricant, but went right back to her tits. Working the cock over furiously with her tits, she finally felt it twitch, then watched in joy as it spurted a huge load onto her chest and tits. She didn't think it was ever going to stop and wished it wouldn't as it showered her upper body with cum. She watched it disappear with sadness and rubbed the warm cum into her tits.

Linda didn't have a chance to rest as another woman, a sexy brunette with a thin, slinky body and small but perky tits approached her. She grabbed Linda by the back of the head and forced her tongue into Linda's mouth. Linda felt the rush of cum fill her mouth that the other woman had carried over to share, and moaned loudly nearly swallowing the seed. The two women remained locked at the mouth, their hands roaming each other's bodies as they shared the delicious treasure. 

Their kiss was broken when another woman grabbed them both by the arms and led them down the row to where three more cocks waited. The two women bent Linda over at the waist and slowly backed her up onto the one in the middle. It was a medium sized cock, nothing massive, but Linda shuddered and came as the cock head touched her enflamed cunt lips. They continued to force her back until her ass was touching the wall and as much of the cock as possible was inside of her. It was the first taste of cock her cunt had received all night and she continued to murmur and cum around it. The two women smiled and took a similar position on either side of her, ramming their cunts onto the waiting cock. The two women licked and kissed at Linda's face while six hands touched naked and cum coated skin. The three soon had a smooth steady rhythm as they fucked the cocks like sisters. 

Linda felt a rush in her cunt and hurriedly pulled away, dropping to her knees so she could suck the remaining cum from the cock before it disappeared. A new woman entered the room just as Linda started slurping on the cock and knelt down behind her. Pulling her hips back, the new woman attacked her cum laden cunt, sucking out cum and pussy juice just as she had done for the one woman. Perhaps it was an initiation ritual when a girl entered the room, Linda thought as she moaned into the now vacant hole as the woman sucked at her cunt. A cock quickly pushed through the hole and bumped into her waiting mouth. Linda wasted no time in sucking it into her mouth, pumping it with her mouth and hand.

Linda soon lost count of how many men had cum in mouth or pussy or across her chest, or how many times the women in the room took their turns eating her cunt clean as she did with them. It was an anonymous orgy the likes of which she never would have believed existed. Like a purebred slut, she took every cock she could, cumming on many but milking dry all. 

She was nearing the end of her limits, thinking she could take no more when a cock appeared near her. She knew that cock, there could be no mistaking its size and shape and texture; it was Paul's. She nearly dove for it, cutting off another girl who was about to kneel in front of the hole. The girl simply smiled at her and moved on to one of the many untouched cocks still available. Linda purred and took the cock into her mouth. She wanted to do something special for this cock, for the cock that belonged to the man that had allowed her to experience more pleasure in a single night than she ever could have imagined.

Her sore mouth and loose, sloppy cunt wouldn't do the trick. But there was one part of her body that she had not allowed any of the cock to penetrate. Spitting on her index finger, she slowly eased it into her ass as she continued to work over the cock with her mouth. She waited until she was able to get two fingers inside her tight hole before spitting out the wet cock and turning around. Bending at the waist, she slowly eased back, guiding the hard cock with her hand. A few of the other girls stood around and watched as she pressed with large head against her small, tight anus. They began to cheer her on, kissing her face, squeezing her tits and nipples, and rubbing her clit. In an overexcited surge, she forced her ass back onto the cock. Her eyes widened and she groaned in pain into the mouth that kissed her as several inches entered deep inside ass. The pain soon mingled with pleasure, just the way she liked it, as she began to rock back and forth on the cock, taking more and more within her until all of it that was possible was lodged deep inside. 

The saliva wasn't great lubricant, but Linda didn't care. As the women continued to cheer her on, kissing and caressing her body, Linda began to hump at the cock in earnest. The warm, hard shaft burned as it rubbed against the insides of her ass, but it only added to the sensations that throbbed through her body. When she finally felt hot cum erupt into her ass as spurt after spurt of jizz filled her bowels, Linda allowed herself to be lowered, exhausted, to the floor. One woman even licked her ass clean, her long tongue snaking into the stretched opening. 

The event wore on into the early hours of the morning. Linda took a breather, cuddling with another woman, before getting back into the action. She stayed with a few others until the last cock came for the last time. Looking down at herself, she was surprised to find almost no cum, all of it having been licked and sucked clean. Her own belly was full of the cum of a score of men. She didn't even bother to get dressed as she happily followed Paul back to his car. The first rays of the morning sun were threatening to break free of the horizon.

Sore, but more satisfied than she could ever remember being, she leaned over and kissed Paul on the cheek. "Thank you for the evening."

"My pleasure," Paul said as he sped back to her apartment. "Did you get enough cock?"

She smiled blissfully. "More than enough. Did you get enough cunt and mouth?"

"I did. It's amazing how many different styles are out there." They both laughed at that. "But you know what the best part of the night was? One of the girls let me fuck her ass. None of the other women did that all night. I guess I got lucky." He looked at her knowingly. 

Linda nodded as he pulled up in front of her building and turned off the ignition. "Let's see if we have enough left for one more go." She leaped out of the car, still naked, and raced him to the front door.

Weekend Pet Ch. 2



"Hello?" Linda answered her cell phone with a cheerful tone. 

"Where are you, pet?" She smiled at Paul's blunt greeting. It was Saturday afternoon, and she knew that she could expect a call from her weekend master at any time. She shouldn't have been so surprised though, as it had been two weeks since he had taken her to that incredible party. 

"Having lunch with a friend at Earls." She smiled at her female co-worker that she often went out with shopping and for casual lunches such as this one. They were in a semi-crowded, popular restaurant that was perhaps half full. 

"Excuse yourself and go to the bathroom with your purse. I'll call back in one minute."

Linda smiled to herself then to her friend and she closed her cell phone, and politely excused herself. She hustled to the ladies washroom and waited impatiently inside. It was a warm day, and she had opted for a loose button up blouse and a short, black skirt with pumps. It was a simple look, but over her body it caught the eye of every man and most women she passed. The blouse was tucked neatly inside the tight waistband of her skirt, and unbuttoned to the point where her bra showed. Not that it needed to. She has chosen a black, lacey bra to wear under the semi-sheer fabric of the shirt, making the outline of her large breasts very evident. She toyed with her hem of her short skirt that stopped well above mid-thigh and waited for the expected ring.

"Hi, Master," she purred when she opened the phone again and placed it to her ear. 

"Hello, pet," Paul's deep voice rumbled. "What are you wearing today?"

"Nothing special. Just a white blouse with a pushup bra, and short skirt, no panties." She giggled at that.

"Good, go into one of the stalls."

"Okay, Master," she said as she carefully closed and locked the door. Her heart started racing and her pussy was already tingling. 

"Take the dildo out of your purse and place it somewhere close."

Linda smiled. She never went anywhere without her dildo. It was a flesh coloured, soft toy, about seven inches long and nicely rounded. It wasn't as large as Paul's, or some of the men she infrequently saw during the week, but it was what she would consider average. And she liked it very much. More than one occasion saw her at work in a very similar situation, all alone in the bathroom trying to feed her insatiable appetite. She pulled it out and placed it on the toilet paper dispenser.

"Okay, it's out."

"Unbottun your blouse. And unclasp your bra." Linda quickly pulled her blouse out and undid the remaining buttons. Another habit of hers was front clasping bras. She didn't own a single one that clasped at the back. She liked the freedom to be able to free her tits at a moment's notice. "Now, sit down and pull your skirt up over your waist as you do."

"Okay, Master," she purred as she dropped the seat cover down and sat ass naked on top of it. 

"Roam your naked flesh with your free hand and describe to me what you are doing."

She smiled and rubbed her long nails against her cheek. "I'm starting with my smooth cheek, Master. I like the way my long, sharp nails drag against the soft skin. It gives me goose bumps, and makes me wet." She giggled and moaned slightly. "Now I'm dragging my nails down across my neck. You know sensitive my neck is. It makes my whole body burn to have the skin there teased like this. But I would rather have it nipped and licked and kissed. Mmmm. Now I'm moving my hand down over my chest onto to my left tit. I love my tits, Master. They're so big and sensitive. I love to have them groped and kneaded like I'm doing to it right now. I love how they are so much bigger than my hand and can be mauled so much. Mmmm. I'm rubbing my big, hard nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Feels so good. Ahhhh. I could do this all day and make myself cum and cum just from the touch. Mmmmm. Yessss, I could do this forever. It feels so good, Master, makes my cunt so wet. Ahhh, mmmm. 

"Now I'm moving my hand down across my stomach. It's just the way I like it, flat and smooth. It's shapely and just soft enough to be feminine, not all ripped like some women do. I hate that look on a woman. A woman's body should be smooth and inviting." She giggled again. "My belly button is so ticklish, especially when I scratch my nail across and around it. Mmmm. Now, I'm finally moving my hand down even lower, over the tops of my legs and along my inner thighs. I would die if someone spent hours just adoring my legs and thighs. It feels so good to touch myself. Ooohh, Master, I wish you were here touching me right now. 

"I could do that forever, but I want to touch my cunt now. It is so smooth, I just shaved it this morning. The skin it so fresh feeling, and so wet. Master, I'm touching the lips of my pussy and I can feel my juices all over them. Ahh, I just brushed my clit. It almost made me cum. Mmmm. I'm sliding one of my fingers into my cunt. Feels so good. My finger is already soaked. Now I'm licking it off. Mmmm. I taste so good, Master. You should be here to taste how good I am. You would want to eat me forever."

"Yes, pet, I probably would." Paul's voice broke her revere, and her eyes snapped open. "I want you to grab your dildo and suck on it."

"Yes, Master." It was something she had done many times before. Grabbing her favorite of many toys, she eager slurped it into her mouth and sucked it into her mouth. She began sucking it in and out her mouth, fucking the toy into her throat. The flavour lacked that of a real cock, but the texture and flexibility were all very realistic, which is the main reason she loved it so much. She ran her tongue along the shaft, swallowing it even more until the tip of her tongue lapped at the fake balls hanging from the base. She had a sudden mental picture of how she must have looked at that moment with her blouse open, exposing her heavy tits, and her short skirt pulled up to her waist as she mouth fucked a dildo while talking on her cell phone. She nearly choked.

The sounds of slurping filled the room and echoed into the cell phone as Linda messily attacked the rubber cock. Saliva dripped from the shaft and onto her chin as she sucked away.

"Rub the dildo all over your tits, now, pet."

"Yes, Master," Linda replied sadly after reluctantly pulling the cock out of her mouth with a plop. The disappointment soon turned to a groan as she rubbed the wet toy over her sensitive tits and nipples. "Mmmm, Master, that feels good. It feels like a real cock rubbing all over my tits, all hot and wet. I wish it was a real cock and could cum all over my tits."

"That's enough pet. Now, I want you to fuck yourself with the dildo. I want you to fuck yourself hard and I want to hear you enjoy even second of it until you cum."

"Okay, Master," she cooed. She rocked forward so that her ass was on the very edge of the seat, and lifted one leg to rest it against the toilet paper dispenser. If she was a spectacle before, with the dildo in her mouth, she was about to become a major attraction as she lined the cock up with her dripping cunt. "I'm ready, Master."

"Then shove it in, and let me hear all of it."

"Ahhh, Master, it feels so good." She took a firm grip of the rubber cock and forced it against her cunt hole. She was so slick and ready, the toy easily slid half way inside of her. "Oh, yesss. It feels so good. Oh yess. Oh fuck. I love it. I love being fucked in my cunt. The hard cock deep inside my cunt." She grunted as she rammed the entire length deep inside of herself. "Ahh, so deep. Deeper. I need more. Master, yes, oh fuck."

Linda began writhing on the toilet seat as she moaned and babbled incoherently into the phone. She fucked herself hard and fast, her cunt muscles clenching with every thrust, igniting every nerve ending.

"Oh, god, I'm going to cum." Linda vaguely heard the door to the washroom open and close. She couldn't have stopped then if she wanted to, and likely wouldn't have if she could. "Master, please may I come. Master, I want to cum so bad. Say I can. Please, Master."

"Yes, cum for me, pet," Paul rasped. "Let me hear you cum."

"Yes, of fuck. Oh, Master, yes, I'm cumming. Ohh. OHHHHH." Linda's whole body shook and quivered and she had to let go of the dildo and grab the wall to keep from falling from the toilet seat. Her screeching wails echoed in the tiled room as her cunt and body spasmed in massive orgasm. 

When she finally regained her wits, she weakly caught the dildo before it fell from her relaxing cunt and wiped her brow.

"Make sure you clean the dildo off good, and enjoy the rest of your lunch."

"Thank you, Master," Linda whispered before hanging up. She put the cock back in her mouth, sucking her juices clean from the rubber before putting it back in her purse. Glancing at her watch, she was shocked that only ten minutes had passed. But her friend would be getting concerned, no doubt, and she hastily fixed up her clothes and stepped out of the stall.

An older woman, perhaps in her fifties, dressed sharply and elegantly, stood by the sinks staring wide eyed as Linda appeared. Without missing a beat, Linda puckered her lips at the older woman in a fake kiss, checked herself quickly in the mirror, making a few adjustments to her clothes and hair, and walked away. Her repressed giggles echoed throughout the washroom as Linda pulled the door open and gracefully exited. The woman stared at her in horror as she left before daring to peer into the stall in total wonderment.



Weekend Pet Ch. 3



Linda arrived home that same evening and found a note taped to her front door. She smiled when she opened it and recognized the strong, fluid writing that was unmistakably Paul's. It was a set of instructions, including being at his place in a little over an hour. Linda hustled into her apartment and quickly showered. By the time she fixed her hair and grabbed a quick meal, she had barely enough time to get over to her Master's, so she threw on what she had been wearing earlier and hoped back into her car. 

Linda drove like a maniac through the busy streets, and only managed to arrive out front of the large, three-car garage home with barely a minute to spare. No doubt, her little exercise early in the day would have gotten him pretty wound up, and she didn't want to displease him by being late for whatever he had planned as she scurried up to the front door.

Paul always had a way of making certain that everything they did together was intense. During the week, she was a power executive for a large firm with more authority and control than she ever thought a woman could have in a man's world. Some night's during the week, she was the one who was aggressive and in control of the men she allowed to share her bed. But every Saturday morning until late Sunday night, without error, she belonged to him. Some weekends he remained aloof and she wouldn't hear from him. And she learned her lesson well when she tried to be the aggressor and went to see him on a horny and restless Sunday afternoon. If he didn't show interest, she was always able to find other things to keep herself occupied. And, sometimes, the solitude was good for her.

Linda didn't hesitate and walked right through the front door, locking it after her. There was another note on the table just inside the door that simply read, "Basement". Linda's light blue eyes twinkled and she shivered as she felt her entire body tingling. There were two sets of stairs leading beneath Paul's house. One set lead to his cellar. It was mainly a wine cellar with some storage areas. The other set, her destination lead to what Paul called his Basement. Dungeon was a more accurate term, Linda thought as she hurried towards the forbidden door. All the games they played together and all the places that Paul took her were just added bonuses. The dungeon was what had brought them together, their mutual love and need of everything that defined BDSM; it was her need to be dominated, his need to dominate, and their shared desire for pleasure-pain.

Linda's heels clicked on the hardwood steps as she carefully descended into the large playroom. Paul was very pleased with the room, and Linda was very impressed. It seemed to include every toy and apparatus that she had ever seen or heard of, and many that she didn't. There were chains and shackles hanging in various places from the rough, cinderblock styled walls, floor and ceiling, several tables of various shapes and uses, crosses, benches, and cabinets holding a sacred assortments of whips and floggers, canes and paddles, clamps and claws. Every time she entered the room, she felt an overwhelming awe at the power of the room. It was dimly lit, not dark, but faint enough to cast eerie shadows about the dark walls and concrete floor. No music was ever played in the huge room; Paul preferred the natural echo of moans and groans and tortured flesh. The room was cool, but not cold, making it very comfortable for the work that was done there. Linda's nipples hardened with the chill and the thought.

Paul approached her from across the room. He was wearing black, leather pants lined with metal studs up the outside seams, tucked into heavy, black boots. A studded, snap on codpiece cupped around his cock. He wore no shirt over his muscular chest, but had on a pair of leather suspenders with an "x" connecting them together on the front and back. A leather mask covered his face, showing only his dark eyes and open mouth, and both looked hungry as he got closer her. She gave him only a quick glance before lowering her eyes respectfully to the floor.

At over six feet tall and two hundred pounds, he was an imposing man, and dressed as he was he was terrifying even to Linda. But that was part of the whole excitement of what they shared. She didn't know much about him; that was part of the rules. She knew that he was in his mid to late thirties, owned a very prosperous business, and came from a family of money. Beyond that, his personal life was taboo to her, except for the occasional piece of information she could pick from the things they did together or the places he took her. Not that she minded. The set up was ideal, and if it ever progressed to anything more, it would likely ruin what they had. 

Paul stopped in front of her and looked her up and down. "Present," he snapped. Linda immediately stood straight up, her legs slightly apart, with her hands clasped behind her back for his inspection. She tried not to smirk in pure glee as the excitement of serving took over her. His gaze tore into her as his right hand crept under her skirt hem and touched her bare cunt. Her damp cunt turned wet at his touch sent shivers up her spine. 

"Strip," he ordered as he took a step back, the tight leather creaking on his body. Linda didn't hesitate as she started popping buttons and flung her shirt to the floor. "Slower." She pouted, eager to continue, but did as he ordered. Looking into his eyes, she unhooked the front clasp of her bra and casually, almost teasingly pulled the cups away from her tits and shrugged the straps off of her shoulder. She toyed with the bra on one finger for a moment before letting the garment drop to the floor. 

Linda waggled her thin eyebrows at him as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and slowly eased it to the floor. Stepping out of it, she shucked her pumps off, gasping as she placed her bare feet on the cold floor. Goosebumps spread over her entire body, both from the chill and the crisp tension.

"Present," Paul ordered again. Linda quickly assumed the position and tried to keep her eyes forward and lowered as her Master slowly walked around her, sometimes caressing, sometimes touching and poking at different parts of her exposed body. "Come." Paul turned and started to walk away, catching Linda off guard. She hurried to catch up, walking behind and to his left, matching his speed. 

Paul's heavy boots thudded on the hard floor, a loud, echoing contrast to Linda's silent padding. He stopped beneath a set of shackles in the middle of the room and grabbed Linda's arms. Without a word, she watched as he raised each arm and locked her wrists into place above her head. He gave the chains a couple of sharp jerks to test their strength and disappeared behind her. Linda had to forcibly restrain herself from turning and looking to see what he was doing, but she knew better, had been trained better. 

She felt a touch around her head before the blindfold was slipped into place. She squeaked and caught her breath. The one thing that frustrated and turned her on more than other was not being able to see what was about to happen to her. 

"Chest out." Linda thrust her chest forward without hesitation. She loved having her large tits mauled in all ways, from gentle caresses to painful whippings. "Tell me what I'm going to do to you." His deep voice seemed to come from all around her, and her head moved her from side to side, trying to catch the direction of the source. He seemed to be circling around her prone form.

"You're going to use me however you want to use me, Master." She felt her cunt tingle when she said the words aloud. 

She gasped out loud when a crack filled the air followed by a sting and Paul slapped one of his hands off of her left breasts. Her nipples instantly hardened to their full size as her tit jiggled and reddened with the force of his slap, but she only thrust her chest out harder. "Mmmm, thank you, Master."

Paul smiled into her blindfold and slapped her tit again, watching happily as it giggled about on her chest and reddened even more. She groaned in pleasure. Paul had constantly tested her pain threshold in the past, but had been unable to find it. He had no desire to permanently scar her flesh, at least not yet, and that seemed likely the only way to find her threshold. Maybe he would find it someday, but for now they were both more than content with what they had.

"I have a new device today, pet" he said, his voice coming from behind her. She felt goose bumps shiver over her flesh. "I have been waiting all week to try it out. Do you want me to use it on you?"

"If it pleases you, Master," she quivered, "I would like it very much."

"Then I shall. But first, I need to get you ready. It has been a while since my toys have had any real use. I think they need to see some use today."

"Yes, Master. I understand." There was more glee than dread in her voice, but she fought desperately with her hearing, trying to discover from which direction her would attack first. 

The answer came from behind her as she heard the whoosh of a whip cut through the air before snapping soundly off her ass. She shrieked in surprise and stinging pain, tears instantly filling her covered eyes. A second and a third and a forth strike followed in rapid succession and she was thrust forward a few steps from the blows. 

Linda was gasping for breath as her ass stung a bright red. It throbbed through her body and tingled in her pussy, making her juices flow. She couldn't hear him over her own panting, but suddenly there was another strike as the whip contacted with her ass from the other direction. Four more rapid hits left her ass almost glowing with the heat. Linda shrieked again and groaned loudly when they finally stopped.

Paul had many years' practice with the whip, and could extinguish a burning candle with his gentle and accurate touch. But he wasn't gentle with Linda. Linda felt his hand cup across her cheeks, his cool skin ice cold on her burning ass, and she jumped with a squeak. He caressed it gently, making her moan, before drawing his hand back and striking her abused bottom with a heavy spank. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying, but her entire body was tingling hotly.

"Ready for more?" he asked, his voice further away, against one wall. 

"Yes, Master," she purred. "Give me everything you want to give me. My body belongs to you, for your amusement alone."

Paul wrapped his hand around his favorite flogger and stalked back towards his pet. It was a cat-o-nine that had been specially made for his hand size and strength. The best part was that every few inches of the twenty-inch strands had a knot tied in it. This added a bit of punch the regular sting.

Linda grunted as the flogger came down across her left tit and caused her pull back involuntarily. Paul smiled. He enjoyed catching her off guard. She was a very disciplined slave in his hands, but it was always reassuring that he could still make her loose her focus, even if only a little. The day he stopped being able to, was the day that their games would end.

The flogger came down again across her other breast, causing the heavy tit to jiggle and brighten. Linda was more prepared with time, and took it the strike without backing away. Paul loved the way the flogger felt as made contact with her tit, the solid vibration it sent back through the toy. Linda loved the contact with the soft, snapping leather on her bare skin. She loved how it tingled through her skin for hours after.

"Mmmm," she moaned through gritted teeth. "Thank you, Master. May I have more?"

"No begging unless I tell you to," he snapped and flogged her stomach in several, quick whips. Linda howled but stood her ground.

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master." 

"If you're going to be demanding, I may have to not show you my new toy."

"No, Master. I'm so sorry. I will be good. I promise. Use me however you see fit, Master. I belong only to you." The sting of his flogger was the only answer he gave as he whipped her tits again and again. Each strike sent an echo throughout the large room, quickly followed by Linda's squeaks and groans. 

"Mmmm, yes, Master. Use me as much as you want. Yesss." Her cunt was on fire and burning even more with each strike. It soon became impossible to tell which was hotter, her abused tits or her burning cunt. 

The sensations became too much as she threw her head. "Oh, Master, I'm going to cum. Please, Master, say I can cum. Mmmm." She nearly screamed when the flogging abruptly stopped and her head was pulled back even more. She could feel Paul's hand yanking her hair back, the new pain dousing her orgasm before it could fully being. 

"Not yet," Paul whispered, his hot breath tickling Linda's lips.

Linda was left hanging, her ass, stomach and tits tingling from the whippings, and her cunt leaking juices. She squinted when the blindfold was finally removed and Paul stood in front of her. He had removed the codpiece from his pants, and his nine-inch cock bobbed lewdly in the air at nearly full hardness. It had obviously been freshly shaved. Like Linda, he preferred baldness in certain areas. There was some neatly trimmed, thick black hair at the base, but his balls and shaft were completely hairless. Linda licked her lips, her eyes glued to his waving cock.

"What are you looking at?" Paul asked as he stopped in front of her.

"Your cock, Master," she purred. "I looks so good. I want to please it for you."

Paul reached out and grabbed her face roughly with his hand and forced her to look into his eyes. She winced, but stood firm. His face was only inches from hers, and his dark eyes burned with malice and mischief. If she had no desired to be where she was at that moment, she would have been afraid for her life.

"Wouldn't you rather see what new toy I have for us?"

"I would rather please your cock, Master," she whimpered. "But I will do whatever you wish me to." Paul unhooked her shackles and started to walk away. 

"Follow," he commanded. Linda lowered her head and meekly followed. He stopped in front of a pommel horse-like table with adjustable legs for various lengths. It had to handles on top of it that could also be adjusted for different widths. Linda always wondered how much other activity went on down here when she wasn't present. She wasn't jealous of other women, or the idea of sharing her weekend Master, but she was jealous of being left out of so much fun. 

"Down" he said. Linda knew what was expected of her. Paul found it hard sometimes to resist her. She was an incredible looking woman with a body that he often lusted for all week long. He watched as she gave his hard cock a quick glance before bending at the waist and lowering herself into position. Her tits swung and jiggled before squishing into the polished wood, and her ass was thrust straight out. It was hard not to simply stand behind her and thrust her cock into her waiting cunt. But control was what he had always been about. And he had other women for when he didn't want control. 

The table was set perfectly for Linda. As she bent in half, most of her chest rested on the table surface. She spread her arms out from her body and grabbed the handles that were at the very edge of her reach. With a lot of effort, she was able to tilt her head back and look forward as Paul moved in front of her, a cane in hand. He moved forward so that his cock bobbed before her mouth. She flicked out with her tongue, but it was still just out of reach and she groaned sadly.

"What's the matter? Do you want my cock, pet?"

"Oh, yes, Master."

"What do you want to do with it, pet?"

"I want to take it in my mouth, Master. I want to take it down my throat and work it over with all the pleasures my mouth can give until it cums so I can swallow it all."

"No," he said and walked behind her. Linda whimpered. She shivered when she felt the tip of the cane rub across her inner leg. It brushed up and down her thigh before lightly touching her pussy lips. She almost came at the touch as he super sensitive cunt begged for release. "Count."

"One," she choked as the cane was brought down against her already abused ass cheeks. The strike was much harder and created an instant welt much bigger than the whip had. Tears flooded her eyes, but her ass wiggled. "Two," she grunted, all of her muscles flexing to keep her body still. "Three. Four. Five. Six." Her voice became louder as the pain intensified with the increasingly harder blows. "Seven. Eight. Nine. Ahhh, Ten."

"Present."

Linda grimaced and let go of the handles. Her hands hurt, the knuckles having turned white from the grip. Breathing hard, she pushed herself unsteadily to her feet before assuming the ordered position. Her nipples were rock hard, and her entire body seemed about to explode with sensation.

"Follow." Paul leaned the cane against the table and led her towards one of the several harnesses that were suspended from the ceiling. With Paul's help, they strapped her into it. The position she was locked in always reminded Paul of a skydiver free falling. She was hanging face down and spread-eagle. Her arms were locked away from her body, and her legs spread legs were bent at the knee and hooked away. 

Paul slapped idly at his huge tits as they hung and swayed freely from her body. He moved to her head and grabbed her hair to steady her slightly swaying form. Without warning, he thrust his cock in her open mouth. She choked and nearly gagged as he forced it down her throat until nearly his entire length was inside of her mouth. She moaned and he pounded his cock into her mouth for several thrusts before pulling back. 

"It is time for the unveiling," he said proudly before disappearing into an unlit corner. He returned seconds later rolling something covered with a sheet. Linda stared at it in awe as he slowly pulled the sheet away.

It appeared to be some sort of mechanism secured in a steel box on wheels. But it was what was on top of the box that made Linda's eyes bulge. There was a dildo that she would guess perfectly simulated Paul's cock in every dimension. It was attached to an arm hooked to a hydraulic lever. Paul ran the extension cord to the closest wall socket and turned a dial on the box.

"I spent a lot of time and effort on the design of this," he said as Linda watched the fake cock slowly pump back and forth on the arm. He slowly turned the dial and the pumping increased in speed from a slow, to a moderate, to an inhuman pace. Her cunt was oozing. Paul flipped a small switch and the entire arm and cock hummed as it vibrated in addition to the pumping.

He allowed her a few moments to take in the wondrous device before shutting it off and wheeling it into position between her legs. He lined up and slowly extended it, forcing it into her tight cunt. She moaned in pure delight as it entered her body. Paul pushed it in deeper until nearly its entire length was forced inside of her. He made a few adjustments before slowly turning it on. He watched happily as it slowly pumped deep inside of her and out so that only a couple of inches remained within. Satisfied, he slowly increased the speed. Before long, Linda's moaning was mingling with the gentle whoosh of the hydraulics as the fake cock fucked her in powerful strides. Paul watched as Linda's entire body twitched and trembled with the pleasure of the automatic fucking. Her eyes were tightly closed and a soft mewing was escaping her lips. He flipped the switched and the vibrations started.

"Master, I'm going to, ahhh, Master, can I- Ahhhh! Cum." Linda babbled incoherently, trying to beg for permission to have release, but it was no use. The hard fucking, and sudden, powerful vibrations were too much as her orgasm began immediately. Paul only smiled as she screamed and babbled as her orgasm washed through her. He didn't mind that she came without his spoken permission, and was pleased with find his machine worked so well. He increased the speed slowly until it was at full and stepped back.




Weekend Pet Ch. 3



Linda shook and shuddered in the harness, screeching and yelling as she fought for some sort of control. All she knew was pleasure as her orgasm buzzed through her nearly non-stop. Her body was soon covered in sweat, and she panted and moaned as the machine pummeled her cunt. Her large tits bounced erotically beneath her, capturing much of Paul's attention. He allowed it go on for ten full minutes before turning the dial off, ending it as it cycled inside of her. His cock was throbbing painfully, needing satisfaction. 

He didn't know if she had cum a dozen times, or orgasmed once and long. Sweat poured from her body as she still twitched from the vibration that Paul purposefully left on. Her pussy juice was flowing, dripping onto the floor from her soaked and overwhelmed cunt. She gasped and tried to find her voice, but it was lost in the afterglow of her cum. 

Paul retrieved a tube of Vaseline from a cabinet and straddled the machine behind her. He squirted a blob onto his two fingers and, spreading her cheeks with one hand, thrust his fingers into her ass. She grunted at the sudden, painful intrusion, but it only added to the entire pleasure she was experiencing. Paul took hold of his cock and lined it up with her asshole. Grabbing her hips tightly, he thrust forward. Linda screamed as his cock tore into her, burying itself all the way inside. The vibrations from the machine and the tightness of her ass almost made Paul cum instantly, but he managed to hold back. 

Linda could do nothing through her pleasure filled brain as Paul tightened his grip on her hips and fucked her ass hard. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so full as she twin cocks filled her up. The fucking machine was incredible, but the double penetration was almost equal in feeling. She could have stayed frozen like that all night long. 

"Oh, Master," she moaned, able to find her voice again. "Master, its coming again. Oh please, Master, may I cum for you."

"Cum for me, pet," he grunted. He had barely completed his sentence when he felt her body explode into another powerful orgasm. The vibration and now her own shaking were too much, and with a final thrust he rammed his cock deep inside her and came in his ass. 

Linda was only dully aware of the hot cum spewing into her ass as her orgasm took control of her entire body and mind once more. Paul groaned loudly, emptying all of his seed inside of her before pulling out with a wet plop, and leaning back against a table for support. He was breathing heavy and had his eyes closed. Waiting a few minutes to bath in the afterglow, he shut off the machine and pulled it free of her body. The entire cock and shaft, and top of the box were wet with her cunt juice. Paul helped her down from harness and escorted her as she stumbled her way to where her clothes lay in a pile.

"Goodnight, pet," he said simple as he turned away.

Linda smiled blissfully and gathered her things. Taking an extra minute to regain enough strength to make the climb up the stairs and to her car, she gave her weekend Master a final glance. "Good night, Master," she purred. "And thank you, Master. I loved being used by your new toy." Paul only nodded and watched her exit, fully satisfied, into the night.



Weekend Pet Ch. 4



Linda was excited when the phone rang on the Saturday afternoon. She was told to meet Paul at 6:00 for dinner at LeRose, a trendy, over priced restaurant in the downtown core. Paul told her he wanted to start the evening there. He didn’t tell her how to dress, or what he had in mind, so she decided on her own outfit and called a cab.

Paul’s head and body swam with lust when Linda entered the restaurant and was led to his table. All heads, male and female, turned as she floated past the tables, and the murmur of conversation all but died in stunned silence. Her blonde hair was wrapped up high on her head in a stylish bun held with a plain, silver pin. Her make up was lightly applied just enough draw out every sharp feature, from her blue eyes to her full lips and high cheekbones. She wore a thin, black dress that shimmered in the dim light. It was low cut on the front, barely covering her strapless bra, and scooped low in the back, just past the small of her back, leaving much more skin displayed than covered. It was a short dress, coming to mid thigh, but long enough to cover the tops of her black stocking where they connected to her garters. She wore toeless high-heeled shoes, and no jewelry, allowing the simple elegance of her clothes to attract the eye.

She was a stunning eye full, and Paul was given many appreciative and envious glances as he rose from his chair to greet her. Her entire body swayed with power of her sexuality, every subtle movement a show that she was entirely woman. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, careful not to smudge the perfection of her makeup.

It seemed like an odd table for a man like Paul to accept for an intimate dinner. They were in a corner, close to the swinging doors that lead to the kitchen. Paul waited for her to be seated before taking his own. His back was to the rest of the restaurant, and from her vantage point, Linda could see that she was fairly secluded. Only a half dozen tables were clearly in view. With a smirk, she was beginning to wonder about this particular set up.

”You look wonderful,” Paul said as a waiter hurried over. Linda’s eyes twinkled but she said nothing, not even glancing at the young man who came over. Paul had already ordered the wine and the waiter poured the glasses three quarters full. The waiter’s eyes lingered on the cleavage visible down Linda’s front while he waited for Paul to sample the wine, and for him to nod in approval before hurrying away.

”I took the liberty of ordering for us,” he said simply. “Nothing too heavy for the night ahead.”

Linda smiled. “I can’t wait. May I, Master?” She looked to the glass that rested in front of her. 

Paul shook his head. “That’s for washing my cum down.” Linda’s eyes widened as he tapped the tabletop. “Under the table and suck my cock, pet.” 

Linda hesitated, her face flushing. Sex in public always turned her on even as it frightened her. What she did on the weekends was something she would never want known to those she dealt with during the week. And doing things in public, even exclusive restaurants, was risky. She took a few quick looks around to make certain no one had turned their way before she dropped to her knees and crept under the table. The carpet was thick and soft and clean, and Linda felt immediately at ease about dirtying her dress. She wanted to look her best for her Master.

It was a perfect setup, and she realized that Paul must have put more than a little effort into organizing it all. Linda was able to slip under the table without anyone seeing her do it, and with Paul’s back to the rest of the patrons, no one would suspect a thing, except for a passing waiter or waitress. She could please her Master, and herself, without any risk of exposure. What Linda failed to realize was the table was designed intimately for two. Most of her body fit beneath, but without curling up underneath, her waist down was exposed. 

From where he sat, Paul could see a portion of her body sticking out. No one would be able to see. No one except for the people occasionally passing in and out of the kitchen doors. He smiled to himself when he felt her hands working at his belt. She worked the tablecloth so that it wrapped around his waist, giving her clear, secret access to him. His zipper was worked down, and he felt her cool hand wiggle into his underwear and pull his rapidly hardening cock free. He waited until she stroked it a few times before gingerly reaching under the table and tugging lightly at her dress. The thin material easily slipped up her body, bunching around her waist.

Linda assumed it was queue for her to be able to touch herself. Her left hand slid between her legs to her naked cunt while her right arm supported her body as she lowered her lips onto his waiting cock. She was unaware that anyone walking through the kitchen doors would get an eye full of her bare ass and cunt, with her fingers greedily attacking herself. 

Paul was instantly fully hard and settled in to enjoy himself. She was amazing at sucking cock. Few women could swallow his entire shaft. He was well above average at nine inches. Not massive by legendary proportions, but bigger than almost any girl could handle. Linda was one of the rare and exciting few. He sipped at his wine while she started slow. 

She steadied his cock by wrapping the base of its base in her hand. Her tongue slowly ran along the side of the warm, pulsing flesh, down one side and back up the other. She flicked at his piss hole, causing him to flinch slightly. The movement caught the attention of their waiter, who glanced over. When he saw that Paul wasn’t trying to wave him down, he started to turn away before he spotted the legs sticking out from beneath the tablecloth. He titled his head in disbelief and moved closer, suddenly realizing that one of the most perfectly formed asses he had ever seen was clearly in view.

”More wine, sir?” he inquired as he moved beside the table, his eyes hardly leaving her ass. Pouring wine after the first glass was not the usual custom, but he could make out the lips of her pussy with her fingers dancing in and out of them from his vantage and was more than happy to oblige.

Linda heard him approach and ask the question, still oblivious to her naked ass. She never ceased in her careful licking, and even pushed his cock out of the way to take one of his naked balls into her mouth.

”Please,” Paul said, barely repressing a squeak when she playfully bit down on the tender sack. The waiter refilled the glass with slow precision as he watched Linda slowly fuck her fingers in and out of her cunt. Paul only smiled. “Could we get some bread?” he asked, giving the man a reason to quickly return.

”Of course,” he said, grinning and slipped into the kitchen.

Linda continued on Paul’s cock, licking every inch of the shaft and head, murmuring quietly as she fingered herself. She could already feel her juices start to flow. Paul clenched his jaw when she finally wrapped her lips around his cock head and slowly started to ease his cock into her mouth. Inch by slow inch she sucked his cock into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her head down harder. She could feel her throat expand as the intrusion was forced in even deeper. 

Paul allowed himself to let out a quiet moan when he felt her nose touch his belly; he was completely inside her mouth and throat. Every nerve in his body tingled in pleasure. He slid one hand under the table and forced her head to remain impaled on his cock just as the kitchen doors swung open. He was expecting the waiter to be returning, but a pretty, young woman walked out carrying a tray of appetizers. She stopped in her tracks and stared. At first there was a look of pure shock on her face, but Paul saw the shock turn to a taboo curiosity of something she had thought about but never tried. She was an attractive girl, he noted as he still held Linda’s head tight, long dark hair and a firm build from the looks of her tight uniform. 

She was still staring when the waiter returned with a small basket. He saw her staring and whispered something in her ear. She turned a bright red before hurrying off. Paul let go of her head and she pulled back with a gasp loud enough that the waiter heard as he placed the bread on the table. Linda hesitated, sensing something was wrong, but Paul tapped his cock before moving his hand back on top of the table.

”Is there anything I can get you before you meal comes?” the waiter asked hopefully. 

Paul smiled as he felt the wet warmth of Linda’s mouth envelope his cock once more. She resumed playing with her clit and cunt lips as she started to bob her head up and down on his cock. Sometimes she took only the head into her mouth, sometimes a portion, sometimes the entire shaft. Every bob of her head was pure heaven to her Master. Her mouth varied in pressure and suction, providing every sensation possible as she sucked him harder.

”Nothing for us, thank you. But perhaps you would like a sample?” Paul gestured towards Linda’s ass before clenching his hand into a fist of pleasure. The waiter looked at him questioningly, but Paul only nodded and he settled back in his chair and allowed the sucking to overwhelm him. 

The waiter gave a careful look around before crouching enough to put his hand on Linda’s ass. Linda froze, suddenly aware of her exposure, but Paul tapped his cock again and she obediently went back to work. The waiter could barely make out her slurping as she sucked on the man’s cock. He cupped her ass a few times before moving his hand between her legs. Linda quickly moved her hand free as he slipped a finger deep into her cunt. Her head bobbing instantly increased to a rapid pace when she felt the finger joined by another, and slowly move in and out of her cunt.

Linda trembled as an orgasm struck her without warning. She couldn’t help it. She was being forced to suck her Master’s cock under the table in a very posh restaurant while their waiter finger fucked her. The sheer wantonness alone send her over the edge. She moaned into his cock, but instead of stopping and allowing the sensations to overwhelm her, she attacked the cock with more vigour. Her mouth slid tightly up and down his shaft as her tongue worked in its own directions. Her slurping was now loud enough to be heard clearly by the waiter, and faintly by the waitress who watched close by as she was returning to the kitchen. 

Paul could feel his balls tighten, but it wasn’t until the waiter stood back up and sucked his pet’s cunt juice from his fingers that his own orgasm finally gripped him. His first blast of cum shot straight down her throat, almost choking her. Linda quickly pulled back and was careful to catch every drop that followed as it shot into her mouth. 

The waiter spotted the waitress and quickly slipped into the kitchen still licking his fingers. The woman waited a second longer, staring at Paul as his body twitched faintly, his eyes closed and his breathing rapid. He opened his eyes just in time to see her hurry past them, her face bright red.

Paul waited a few moments as Linda gently licked him clean before stuffing his cock away and zipping him back up. She did up his belt and waited. Paul waited until her was fully composed before looking around. He tapped her head lightly and she climbed out and back onto her chair without anyone noticing. Paul gestured to her wineglass with a smile. They both picked them up and clinked them together as the waiter returned with their meal. After placing all the dishes in order, he gave Paul a smile and Linda wink.

”Enjoy your meal,” he said happily and walked to another table. Linda only smiled at her Master. So, this was only the beginning of their night’s activity?



Weekend Pet Ch. 5



Paul left a big tip for their waiter. It was the best service he had received in years, and by the look in Linda's eyes, she wholly agreed. The meal was pleasant, as was the conversation that accompanied it. They left feeling all around relaxed and content with the night, but it wasn't over yet.

She fell into her customary step behind him and to the right as he lead them to his car. She knew where they were going immediately when he pulled down a side street and turned into a gravel parking lot. It was a large, old building. The outside was in disrepair, and the inside wasn't much better. But it was perfect for the people that frequented this establishment. 

There was a single, unmarked door leading inside. Paul had brought her here twice before, and as they walked into the adult store, it looked exactly as it had in the past. It was filled with a maze of shelves packed with all forms of books and sexual aids and toys. Neither of them gave the store more than a glance. Paul led them to the back counter. 

"Two," he said to the weasel-looking man that sat on an old stool behind the counter and tossed a bill forward. He was scrawny and badly groomed, a perfect fit in this store. The man scooped it up and grabbed two tokens from some unseen compartment and dropped them in front of Paul. His eyes almost drooled as he tried to drink in as much as her could of Linda's body. He smiled a sickly smile at her, clearly remembering her from the times before.

Paul gave the man a disgusted glance and walked towards the side door. He handed both tokens to the man standing there and passed through with Linda hurrying behind on her heels. She was used to men looking at her, but the way the man did behind the counter gave her the creeps. The door led into a hall which connected the store to the area that dominated most of the building; an adult theatre.

Paul liked it here because it was out of the way, run down, and unlikely to ever attract anyone he knew. It played a lot of underground movies that were hard to find anywhere else, but it was also a place where two people could do pretty much anything without any trouble. Their previous encounters here had been wild and uninhibited public sessions and Linda had no reason to doubt this would be any different. Paul was in a public mood that night, and they would certainly be giving the rest of the audience a show.

The movie was just starting when they slipped into the theatre. From the bright screen, they could see at least a dozen others, all men, scattered throughout. Paul led them down the empty back row away from everyone else and they dropped into their seats.


It was a low budget movie, and looked liked it had been filmed with a cheap camcorder, but it wasn't quality that brought people here, it was content. The film was a BDSM flick, and started right into the action of a woman in a dungeon being tortured and tormented by a man dressed completely in leather.

They watched intently for nearly ten minutes while Linda squirmed in her seat. The movie was mercifully without any pretense of a rehearsed script, and the Dom was surprising proficient with the tools and devices he used to bring his bound slave to scream. Linda was getting wet from thoughts of past sessions with Paul, and he was getting hard from the same. 

"Master," she whispered in Paul's ear as she snuggled up against him, "may I touch myself. I'm so hot from watching this and thinking of you."

"No," Paul said flatly. "Sit still."

She frowned but settled back into her seat and watched. The man on the screen was forcing a huge, strap-on dildo into the slave's cunt. She was crying at the forced entry of the large toy, but the Dom was merciless and continued to push until it was entirely inside of her, and hooked the straps on so it would not fall out. Forcing her to bend over, he began slapping her face with his cock while she waited helplessly.

"Pet," Paul said without taking his eyes off the screen. "You did a good job on my cock at the restaurant, but I think you can do better. Suck me right now."

Linda's eyes glowed as she smiled from ear to ear. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," she giggled. Her hand dove to his crotch, but he didn't even look at her as she fumbled at his zipper and pulled it down. His pants were loose enough that she could reach inside and fish his hard cock out without much restriction.

Linda looked first into her Master's eyes as he watched the screen before turning to his hard, throbbing cock. She ran her hand up and down its length, rolling his balls in her fingers when she reached the base, and finally repositioned herself on her seat. She was able to bend over easily and take his cock into her mouth. Paul moaned as her mouth slid over the head of his cock. His eyes may have been on the screen, but his mind and body belonged to the sensations in his cock. There was no need to rush. They were in public, but it was a porn theatre, and at the back of the dark rows of seats, they were as good as being alone. She took her time working over her cock with her mouth and hands, slurping loudly. She trusted the noise of the movie to mask her oral pleasuring. 

She felt movement beside her and knew that someone had taken a seat close to her. She didn't realize that the stranger had seen the off screen action and had seated himself right beside her. The man was plain looking, but cleanly dressed and freshly shaved. From where he sat, he had a clear view of Linda's tight ass and wet cunt as she leaned over the armrest to please her Master. Bent partially over, her full breasts pressed against the thin material of her dress, giving a clear outline of her hard nipples. 

The man stared at her ass and cunt for long minutes. He could smell her wetness. He finally turned to watch in awe as she handled the nine-inch cock of the man beside her. He had been to a few different theatres, and had seen public sex displays. Most of them were just young kids doing a quickie for thrills. This was a blatant, meticulous session between two people who didn't care. He finally looked into the other man's eyes, and was surprised to find him looking back with curious scrutiny. 

The newcomer could feel Paul's authority, both in his expensive dress and the strength of his gaze. It was almost a challenge. The man licked his lips and slowly gestured towards Linda's exposed ass. Paul looked the man over and raised his eyebrows. The man gestured again, almost pleading with his shaking hand. Paul smiled slighted and nodded once. 

The man's heart raced. It was a perfect ass he was looking at, a delicious cunt, and he desperately wanted to touch both. He reached out carefully, and moved his hand greedily towards her cunt. His fingers touched her wetness, and one finger slipped in to the first knuckle before she gasped and sat up. There was rage in her eyes as she turned to the man.

"Fuck off asshole!" she snapped at him. "Don't fucking touch me."

Paul's hand slapping off of her nipple caught her by surprised and she turned to him in fear. "I gave him permission, pet," he said sharply. Linda lowered her eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Master," she whimpered. The man stared in awe at the interaction between the two. It was almost a scene mirrored directly from the movie playing on the screen. 

"Who does your body belong to?"

"You, Master. I'm sorry, Master. I didn't know."

"You were very rude to someone I have given permission to. That is not the way my slave treats people who have my permission to touch you."

"I know, Master." She hung her head, both ashamed and excited.

"Take off your dress, pet." Both Linda and the man turned to him in shock. He tilted his head slightly and Linda knew she was one second away from being told twice. Slowly, she stood up and shrugged the flimsy material from her body, catching it before it hit the floor. She stepped out of the garment and carefully dropped over the seat in front of her. The man's eyes bulged as she shifted uncomfortably. By then, a few of the men in the theatre had heard the commotion. Most turned in their seats to watch the live action, but a few moved in for a closer look as Linda stood completely naked except for her garter, stockings, and heeled shoes.

"I think her likes you pet," Paul said, ignoring the others' stares. Linda blushed, and her pussy tingled. "Let him see your tits."

Linda turned her body fully towards the strange man who was almost drooling as he started at her perfect, voluptuous body. He stared with longing at her heavy tits, and Paul pushed at her shoulders, forcing her forward and down. Her full breasts swayed inches in front of his face. He looked at Paul, who nodded, and the man reached out and cupped one of her tits. Linda moaned in response, even thrusting her tit into the man's hand. It was an old game of theirs that they both enjoyed, sharing her with strangers.

The man went to work on her tits immediately, groping one, pinching and pulling the nipple, while his mouth locked fiercely around the other. Paul allowed the man to work over her tits for several minutes. The sucking and moaning attracted even more men, and soon the entire theatre was watching them. Some of the men had moved as close as several seats away, but Paul's looks kept them from coming any closer. Finally, her pulled her back and spun her around so her ass was facing him. 

"I think our new friend want's a taste." The man's eyes widened at Paul's statement, but he only nodded as Paul bent Linda over and forced her back. Linda looked Paul in the eye and shook her head no. She was liking the audience and wanted to put on a show. Paul slapped one of her nipples hard, and did the same to the other. Linda gasped out and lowered her head. "Only a taste though," Paul warned.

The man nodded and took hold of Linda by the hips. He lined his mouth up with her cunt and moved in. His tongue pushed in past her lips as his mouth locked on and he slurped and licked as quickly as her could, devouring as much as her juices as Paul allowed before tugging her away. The man held firmly onto her hips for as long as he could before she was wrenched free.

"He is greedy, isn't he pet?" Paul said as he glared at the man. Linda nodded with a giggle. "I was going to let him fuck you. Even take you in the ass." The man's eyes widened in longing. "But not anymore." Paul turned to Linda. "Do you still want him, pet?"

"I will do whatever you want me to, Master," Linda responded.

"Then you will suck him off, pet, until he cums all over your face." Linda's eyes widened.

"But, Master-" The crack of Paul's hand on her ass silenced her. He stood up, towering over her, and slapped her tits hard several times until she was whimpering. "Yes, Master. I will suck him until he cums on my face."

Paul sat back down as she turned and knelt gingerly on the floor. There was no food or drink served at the theatre, so the floor was fairly clean. The only thing she had to worry about was cum, and it appeared any in the area had long since dried or been scrubbed away. Some of the closer men leaned forward to get a better view as Linda undid the stunned man's pants and pulled them and his underwear to his ankles. Blocking their view, the remaining men gathered round to watch the show as Linda stroked the man's cock to full hardness.

Linda almost laughed at its size. It was maybe five inches, and not very thick. She plunged down and easily took his entire shaft and even part of his balls into her mouth. She thought about savouring the moment of her public wantonness, but there was no pleasure to be found in the small prick. She was thankful that Paul did not let the man fuck her. What a waste that would have been. She started on his dick with a rapid head bobbing, her hand playing with his balls to bring him off faster.

The others stared as she slurped at his cock with skill. The man was moaning loudly and soon trembled. Linda felt his balls tighten and his cock swell slightly. Fearing her Master's wrath for disobeying him, Linda pulled his prick from her mouth and jerked it hard. He groaned as the first blast shot hard and splattered onto her face. Three more quick jets followed with the same force. A few more spilled out, some reaching her chest, but most oozing out and dripping down her hand. She was truly surprised at the amount of cum stored in his small balls and wiped her hand clean on his shirt. The others began to whistle as jeer as she stood up, cum dripping from her face and tits. She turned to Paul proudly, who simply looked at her.

Paul nodded towards the back of the seat in front of her. She looked at him quizzedly and he nodded again. Finally understanding, she grabbed hold of the seat back and leaned forward, her ass sticking out. Paul was still slowly jerking his cock as he stood up and moved behind her. The audience jeered again as Paul lined his large cock up against her pussy lips and forced his cock into her sopping pussy. She moaned and her upper fell forward as she grabbed the arm supports to hold herself upright. 

Paul looked around at the group of men about him and made it clear that it was to a solo effort from there on in. It was always a dangerous situation to be surrounded by so many men. They both knew how easily they could overpower Paul and do what they wish. But that was part of the thrill. He also noticed that the large doorman and the weasel counterman had come back and were watching from a distance. He thought they were just as likely to join in as they were to help out. 

Paul grabbed her hip with one hand and a handful of her long hair with his other, tearing it from the bun, as he fucked her hard from behind. For a quarter of an hour he pounded her cunt, giving the patrons a show as her tits swayed and giggled and her ass smacked with each deep thrust. Linda came twice, both long lasting, violent and loud explosions that flooded her cunt. Many of the men had their cocks out and were furiously pumping them as they watched the actions. Some blew their loads discreetly into their hands or onto the floor, others let go where they stood, sending their loads over the seats. Linda came again as she watched the strange men cum at the sight of her. 

Paul finally could hold back no more. He groaned and allowed the first blast of his cum to shoot deep within her before pulling and jerking the remaining blobs onto her ass and back. Linda cooed and rolled her hips as her cunt continued to spasm for long moments.

He gave the crowd a final, long look, as put his softening cock away and stepped back. The cum was drying quickly on Linda's face and tits, but his fresh load still glistened on her body and was starting to ooze down her thighs. Seeing the show was over, the others because to move away, some turning back to the show, others leaving altogether.

"Get dressed," Paul ordered.

Linda nodded and pulled her dress back one. The drying cum was still visible on her face and chest, and the fresh cum on her back was exposed by the scooping dress. She could feel the wetness on her thighs as it reached her stockings. He gestured towards the exit and escorted her out.

"Wait here," he ordered as they entered the store area. "I want to look at something."

Linda blushed, but nodded obediently. A few of the people wandering about the isles of the store noticed first her beauty, then her disheveled appearance, and finally the cum drying on her body and stared in awe. She trembled slightly at the embarrassment and turn on of her situation. Some of the men gave her a quick glance and hurried away while others took their time to fully appreciate the sight of her. The weasel counterman came around and stood beside her.

"You looked great in there," he hissed at her. She flinched and turned away, trying to ignore him. "Maybe we could do something later." He reached out and groped one of her tits. She shrieked and hurried away, almost running down the isles until she found Paul.

"I told you to stay," Paul snarled as she approached.

"I'm sorry, Master," Linda said, almost in tears. "But the sleazy man from the counter, he was touching me."

Paul looked her over and turned dark. "Come," he said as he stalked back to the counter. The man saw Paul heading his way and quickly ducked into the back. The large doorman blocked Paul's way. They spoke briefly, Paul gesturing towards Linda, before he passed the large man something in his hand and nodded. He walked back to his pet.

"You look fantastic," he said, shaking off the unauthorized grope. Linda was used to being touched by strange men, and simple beamed at Paul's compliment. She felt fantastic. "Come, it's time to go home."



Weekend Pet Ch. 6



Paul only gave her a couple hours notice by phone. Linda considered herself lucky, as he usually gave a lot less. She smiled as she quickly showered, taking special care to make certain she was entirely smooth all over her body, and readied herself. She was hoping that he would call on her again. It was his style. Sometimes he would call every weekend, sometimes would miss a few in a row. What did surprise her, though, was that her Master ordered her to meet at the LeRose again.

Linda knew Paul to be wealthy and powerful. Wealthy, powerful men did not eat at the same restaurant, no matter how exclusive and trendy, two weekends in a row. Her Master had something planned, and it made her pussy tingle with the thought. 

She hopped into a cab, and was certain that the driver was going to get into an accident as they sped away. His eyes lingered on her more than the road, but she wasn't surprised. Her blond hair was braided back in two long strands down the back of her head. She wore a shiny, black top that collared around her neck and fell down her front, only touching her back at the top of her waist where the straps were tied in a bow. The strip of material clung tightly to her torso, squeezing a healthy portion of her braless tits out the side. Around her waist she had decided on a simple knee length skirt that elegantly balanced the provocative top. She had a white silk shawl around her shoulders, carefully using it to providing teasing glimpses of her flesh. Slipping the driver a decent tip, she could feel his eyes lingering on her firm ass as she moved towards the front door of LeRose.

As with the week before, she entered to the appreciation of men and women alike, her entire body exuding sex as she was ushered to Paul's table. He watched her sit with an appreciative eye and waved the host away. A waiter quickly took his place, and the young man smiled widely as he brazenly ogled Linda's body. She glanced up at him as he poured their wine and raised her eyebrows. He was the same waiter they had the week before and was making no attempt at all to hide his desire for her. Paul only watched in silence until he finished and reluctantly backed away. Linda looked around curiously. It was a different table, at least, but it was in plain view of the rest of the restaurant, situated near the large fireplace. Not exactly an ideal place for games, but who said the evening's play was to begin there?

They spend the next while in pleasant conversation about life in general when Paul suddenly leaned across the table. She twitched when she felt his hand land on her knee and slide up her thigh.

"Wait for me in the woman's washroom," he ordered, lowering his voice only enough to ensure it was lost in the din of the main room. Linda raised her eyebrows and smiled wryly at him.

"Yes, Master," she whispered and slid out of her seat. More eyes followed her as she made her way into the side hallway that lead to the washrooms. She turned when she reached the door and found Paul speaking closely to their waiter and gesturing towards the hallway before slipping inside.

Linda waited impatiently in the spacious washroom. The room was as elegant as the rest of the restaurant, impeccably clean and richly decorated in ivories and chrome. It was not a usual place for a sexual rendezvous, but it was also not unheard of. She smiled as she thought of past washroom experiences.

Paul entered casually, not even checking to see if anyone else was in there with her. He looked so good, Linda thought. Dressed in expensive slacks, a gunmetal turtle neck and sports jacket, he looked both dashing and dangerous. It was a combination that she adored so much in the man. She was about to wonder why he had worn his jacket to the washroom when he walked over to her.

"Present," he snapped. Linda immediately assumed the position, clasping her hands behind her back as she spread her legs and thrust her chest forward, all the while looking at the carpeted floor. Paul gave her a long look before turning his attention to the stalls. 

"Come," he ordered and she quickly fell into step as he led her to the stalls. Paul turned her back to one of the doors. "Arms out." Taking one of her extended arms in hand, Paul reached into he jacket pocket and pulled out a set of handcuffs. Snapping it onto her wrist, he pulled her up so that he could lock the other end onto the metal rod that was bolted to the ceiling and helped support the stall partitions. He quickly attached her other arm and stepped back to admire his handiwork as she stared at the floor, her face flushed. Her hands rested in the cuffs slightly higher than her shoulders, and the brackets attached to the bar allowed for only minimal movement. Paul was just starting to lean back against the counter when the bathroom door opened.

"Bill," a woman's irritated voice spoke, "I'm off in ten minutes. What's going on?"

The question was answered as the door closed. Paul and Linda both turned to see their waiter escort a young woman inside. Linda recognized her from last week as well, and the strange looks she had given her all night. The waitress was so stunned by the sight of the beautiful woman handcuffed to the stall that she failed to notice Paul standing there or the faint click as the waiter, Bill, locked the door behind them.

"Pet," Paul said, breaking the silence and causing the girl to jump. She looked wide-eyed at Paul for the first time and backed into her companion. "This young woman's name is Karen. Say hello."

"Hello, Karen," Linda purred from her captive position. She found Karen's youthful fear as exhilarating as her looks. She had a sweet face with long, dark hair and a pretty smile. She suddenly found herself hoping she would be able to taste that smile on her own lips. 

Karen turned and looked at Bill with wide eyes. "What's going on here?" she demanded in a less than commanding tone. 

"It's like this, Karen," Paul said as he started to walk towards her.

"How do you know my name?"

"Bill told me, of course. How old are you?"

"Nineteen," she said quietly as Paul stopped in front of her. Paul nodded and smiled. He reached out and stroked her hair away from her cheek. She cringed back at first, but allowed him to gently caress her. 

"Well, Karen, it's like this. Bill tells me that he has been friends with you for three years. He has always been attracted to you, but didn't want to say anything because of your friendship." Her eyes widened and she turned to look at Bill for confirmation. He simply shrugged back. "He also tells me that you shared a lot of things with him. One of them is a fantasy that you have always wanted to be with a woman, but have never had the chance. I am here to offer you a chance." 

Paul stepped beside her and followed her gaze to his captive slave. "I saw you looking last week. I know you want her. She's here for the taking, locked away so you may do whatever you want with her. The only thing we want in exchange is to watch. It's probably going to be Bill's only chance to see you have sex. What do you say?"

She looked first at Linda's ripe and firm body, then back to the two men beside her. She had no idea that Bill felt that way about her. And she dreaded what her current boyfriend would think if he ever found out. 

"I can do whatever I want?" she asked gruffly. "You guys will just watch, and that's all?"

"That's all."

"And you won't say anything?"

"We won't tell anyone," Bill blurted, his face flushed.

Karen looked at them again for long moments before nodding and turning back Linda. As she took her first step towards the bound woman, all thoughts of the two men left her mind. She stopped in front of the helpless slave and looked her in the eye. Linda could feel her quivering, and decided it was from a mixture of lust and anticipation and fear. The young woman was about to cross a very important boundary in her sexual life. 

Karen fought with her courage and desire and finally leaned forward on her tiptoes. Wrapping her arms around Linda's waist, the two women moved their heads forward and their lips met for the first time. Karen hesitated for a moment, but when Linda's tongue licked out and caught her retreating lips, she took the initiated and mashed her mouth back on the slave's. The two women kissed each other hard, their tongues sweeping past one another as they explored each other's mouths. 

It was Karen's first female kiss, and her head swam and she found the nerve to bring her hands up and touch Linda's waiting body. She rubbed her palm over her firm ass through the thin shirt and along the naked the skin of her back. Linda moaned and giggled in her mouth at the tender touch. Linda always loved the touch of a woman. It was always so loving and affectionate, a sharp contrast to the heavy hand she liked men to use on her. Karen's hands continued up over her covered tits, just brushing the bare edges of her breasts, until both hands rested on her neck.

They continued to kiss passionately, and Karen's hands played with the bow that tied the top around Linda's neck. It took the girl by surprise when her tinkering worked the bow free and the top started to slide down Linda's chest. She opened her eyes and took a step back in time to see Linda's tits fully exposed as the top hung off her waist. Linda tried to follow Karen's lips until they were out of her range and look at her through slit eyes. The desire she saw in the young woman masked her own and Karen reached out and with her right hand and gently cupped Linda's left breast. Linda moaned and closed her eyes. Karen's touch started out rigid and scientific, learning the weight and feel of the breasts before moving her other hand to the free tit and exploring them both with longing.

Much larger than her own, but just as firm, Karen ran her hands over the other woman's tits. She played with the flesh, sinking her finger into them and rolling the large nipples in her fingers. Linda moaned and purred, whimpering quiet pleas until Karen finally bent down and sucked one of her nipples into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it as she sucked on it hard, even nipping on it with her teeth. She went back and forth from one nipple to the other paying them equal attention.

"Yessss," Linda moaned as she felt her juices flowing in her cunt. "Fuck yes. Please, eat me. I need you to eat me."

Karen looked up in shock, almost forgetting that there was a woman attacked to the tits. She blushed when she saw Linda's eyes burning, her naked top flushed with excitement. With shaking hands, Karen reached around and undid the bottom bow of the shirt, and unzipped the back of Linda's skirt. The shirt fell unnoticed to the floor. Hooking her thumbs into the waist of the skirt, Karen pushed down. Linda wiggled her hips as the skirt fell to the floor with her top and Karen gasped.

The young woman's eyes were locked on the bald cunt in front of her, oblivious to the audible gasp that came from behind her. She trimmed her own pussy, but never even considered shaving it. Staring at the naked, glistening lips of the swollen cunt, it looked so wanton and beautiful. Taking a deep breath, she reached out with her hand and stroked her fingers along the slippery slit from the cunthole all the way to the clit. When her finger touched Linda's clit and lingered on the hard bud, gently rolling it with the fingertip, Linda bit her lip before letting out a scream.

"Yesss," she screamed, her cries echoing in the bathroom. "Fuck, yesss." Her body quivered as she came from the woman's touch. Linda's body flushed even deeper as sweat began to form on her skin.

Karen slowly fell to her knees. She looked on in awe as Linda's body continued to twitch, begging for Karen's full attention. Karen could smell the heat of Linda's cunt, the musky feminine odor that she knew from her own body so well. It seemed so fresh and foreign coming from another woman, another cunt that was now bare, exposed and only inches from her face. Karen slid her fingers back along Linda's slit, this time easing her index finger in the sopping hole up to the second knuckle. Linda moaned again as Karen swirled her finger around before pulling it out. She looked at the wetness glistening on her finger and brought it slowly to her nose. Taking another deep breath, she slid her wet finger into her mouth and sucked the juices clean. The taste was like her own, but unique in it's own way. It was almost sweet and Karen decided she wanted more.

The young woman looked up into Linda's lust filled face and ran her hands along the bound woman's smooth legs. Linda struggled at the handcuffs, wanting to free so she could explore the woman back, but this was Karen's treat, not hers. Linda knew she would get what she wanted later. Karen's hands moved up and cupped Linda's ass, kneading the firm cheeks much the same way she would when she sucked off her boyfriend, and moved her face in closer. Her tongue snaked out and lapped at the soaked lips of the dripping pussy. It was a quick lick, just enough for another taste. Linda jumped and moaned, trying to thrust her hips into the girl's face, but it was unnecessary. Karen knew what she wanted to do, and pulling back on Linda's ass, moved her mouth onto Linda's cunt.

Both women moaned in unison as Karen thrust her tongue into Linda's cunt. It was an exploration for Karen, a no commitment, no fear taste into bisexuality, and she sucked and licked and tasted with sudden longing. Her tongue swirled inside the wet hole, lapping and sucking up the constantly flowing juices. She licked along her slit, and twirled Linda's hard clit. The sounds of Karen's sucking and licking mingled and echoed with Linda's moans and whimpers and the girl ate her first cunt.

Linda tried to hold back as long as she could, but it was useless. The girl might have been a lesbian virgin, but with a tongue and mouth like hers, she must suck cock well. The enthusiasm countered any fumbling and Linda felt her legs start to buckle. Throwing her head into the air, she screamed in incoherent babbles as a full force orgasm rocked through her.

Karen felt her body tense, just like a man's, before it shook just as violently. She was shocked by the amount of cum juice that flowed from Linda's cunt, but locking her mouth around the hole and holding on tighter to her ass, Karen sucked harder, drinking the delicious fluid as Linda rocked and screamed above her. 

Linda was still twitching when she felt Karen's lips on her mouth. She eagerly started kissing back, tasting and licking her own juices off of the girl's face a mouth. Karen finally broke the kiss and stepped back in a daze as Paul approached and started to unlock her. Karen looked at him, then turned to see Bill slowly approach, rubbing his hard cock through his pants.

"Get dressed," Paul ordered. Linda smiled and did as ordered when she was freed. But she moved slowly, all the while watching as Bill moved closer and closer to the girl. By the time She had tied the last bow around her waist, Karen was on her knees, fumbling with Bill's zipper, while Bill was trying to unbutton the girl's top.

Paul smiled to his pet and gestured to the door. Only reluctantly, but happily, did Linda obey. They both stopped at the door, and got a peak of Karen's tits as Bill finally got the shirt open and the bra pulled up. He was squeezing them roughly as Karen was stuffing his cock into her mouth.

"Take your time," Paul said idly. "We're in no hurry for dinner."



Weekend Pet Ch. 7



Linda loved jogging through the park at night. It was a safe park; there hadn't been an attack or mugging in years. And it was quiet. Rarely did she ever see another soul. Paul hadn't called for a couple of weeks, and although she had an excursion with one of the delivery boys earlier in the week, she needed to relieve some tension. That was the rule. She belonged to Paul on the weekends, and was not allowed to make any date plans in case he wanted her. She hoped the night run would help burn away some sexual energy as she pounded along the paved path.

She was dressed in a pair of athletic short shorts that clung to her body and showed off the bottoms of her firm ass, and sports bra beneath an old cotton tank top. Her hair was pulled back in a long braid that bounced as she ran, along with her large tits despite the bra. She was sweating from the distance of her run, but despite her appearance, or because of it, she gave off a healthy, radiant glow that swelled with sexuality. That was what the masked man was thinking as she approached.

He waited crouched at the side of the path until she was even with his position and pounced forward. She was a tall girl, but his larger frame easily took her down with the force of his leap, the impact on the ground knocking the wind out of her. Before she could struggle, he forced a ball gag into her mouth, quickly strapping it into place and ending any attempt at screaming for help. He pulled her to her feet and held her sweaty body to his own, her back to his front. A knife caught the faint light of the sparsely spaced path lamps, and Linda's eyes widened as it moved to her throat. She trembled in the man's grasp, and felt his hard cock poking against her ass. Normally, she did not mind a night fuck in a public park, but not like this. She was helpless to the whims of the armed man who might do anything to her. 

He shoved her forward and Linda immediately started to walk in the direction he guided her. He said nothing, but there was no need for words. She would do whatever he wanted, she decided, in fear of the large blade that could be the end of so much, including her very life. He pushed her about fifty feet off the path to a picnic table. In the daytime, it would have been clearly in view, unobstructed by any trees. But in the late night, lit only by the half moon, it was unlikely that anyone would spot them from the path. 

He shoved her down on her back against the top of the table and went to work. Pulling nylon rope out of a bag he had slung over his shoulder, he started tying her to the wooden frame. He used both hands, but Linda knew that the knife would be close. A rape wasn't worth a deadly stab or permanent slash. She did her best to lay perfectly still, trying to control the beating of her heart that had barely slowed from her run. It had other reasons to pound in her chest.

The man was obviously an expert, and had her completely secured in minutes. On her back, her arms were pulled over her head while her ankles were bound to the bench in such a way that her heels could rest on the very edge. She was thankful for that, as she was able to relieve some of the pressure. Her waist was secured so that her ass hung at the very edge of the top, the rough corners of the wooden planks digging into her tender ass cheeks. The position was awkward and straining on her shaking muscles, and she had to force herself to conserve her energies. She could move, but not enough for any true resistance, and waited.

The man moved into view, and Linda got a good look at him for the first time. He was much taller than she was, and very broad. He was wearing a black, long sleeved shirt and leather pants. They seemed to be bondage pants, Linda thought, with a long zipper down the crotch area. A mask completely covered his head except for the opening around his mouth and eyes. He seemed to devour her body with those dark eyes and slowly held the knife up for her to see. Linda trembled and squealed helplessly into the mask as her moved the knife towards her. Grabbing a handful of her shirt, the sharp blade cut it easily down the front. Her sports bra was a little more resistant, but suffered the same cut as her shirt, totally exposing her large tits that jiggled on her quivering frame. He slashed a few more time and pulled the ruined garments completely free. 

She could see his cruel smile as he traced the tip of the blade along her delicate tits. Her body tensed, not even daring to breathe as the knife skimmed her tits. With a deliberate flick, he nicked a part of her left breast. A small trickle of blood welled to the tiny wound. Her assailant bent over her and sucked his lips onto the wound, licking up the blood he had summoned. He sucked gently on the single spot for several moments before standing up again. 

The knife returned to her body and dragged down along her stomach. She could feel it scratching the skin, but she was fairly certain it was not deep enough to do any damage. He stopped at her shorts and moved the blade into the waistband. With an easy slice, he cut through the thin fabric, cutting her panties off with them. He made a similar cut on the opposite side, and pulled them free, dropping them to the ground with the rest of her ruined clothes. 

The man stood above her and stared down at her naked body. She could feel the lust in his eyes as they jumped from her large tits, to her smooth stomach, shaved cunt, firm thighs and long legs. He moved the sharp edge of the knife along Linda's cunt lips, causing her to jump, then forced herself to remain motionless as he played the weapon across the most vulnerable part of her body. When the tip skimmed her clit, it hardened instantly as a delicious pain shot through her body. Goosebumps covered her flesh and her nipples hardened, and the man was certain he heard her moan into the gag.

Linda heard a faint thud, then felt a pair of hands on her thighs. She breathed a sigh; he had dropped the knife. Whatever he did to her now, she could live with. She was surprised at how wet she was becoming as he moved his hands along her thighs before gently teasing the edges of her cunt lips.

The noise was very distinct as the zipper on the man's pants was pulled down. She tried to lift up her head to see, but it was too difficult if she wanted to keep the rest of her body in relative comfort. Instead, she felt the tip of the man's cock press against her cunt lips. She was much wetter than thought, and the thick, long cock pressed into her tight hole and shoved deep instead.

"Yesssss," the man hissed faintly. Reaching up, he grabbed her tits in both hands, mauling them roughly as he started to pound himself into her cunt. "So fucking hot."

Linda moaned as the cock stretched her open, then grunted as she tried to keep the man's hard thrusts from driving her ass into the edges of the wood. But it was no use. The table was the perfect height for the man's build, and his thrusts felt like a caning as he bashed her ass into the sharp corners. She grunted and shrieked, but the noise was muffled by the sounds of skin slapping on skin and the creak and groan of the table.

"Fuck, yes," the man murmured. "So hot. Such a hot cunt. Fuck."

The words were explosive in Linda's ears as she shut her eyes. The pain of her ass beating mingled erotically with the pleasure of the hard cock in her sensitive cunt. Every mad thrust sent another shiver of pleasure-pain through her body. And as the man's hands groped and squeezed and pinched her tits and nipples, the feeling became too much. Her cunt spasmed around the huge cock that raped her pussy and she shrieked incoherent babbles into the ball gag.

Obvlious to the pain and discomfort, Linda barely felt the man pull his cock free of her cunt, and only started to come down from the orgasm that covered her body in a fresh sheen of sweat when he climbed on top of her. Grabbing a large tit in each hand, the man mashed her breasts around his cock and started to tit-fuck her chest.

"I love your huge tits," he grunted as he plowed into them, the juice of her cunt supplying lubricant. "I'm going to cum all over them. Yessss. Fuck." Grabbing his cock in hand, he stroked it hard and closed his eyes as the first jet of cum shot out and splashed across her face. "Yesssss." Aiming downward, he spewed more and more cum all across her chest as he came hard. 

He let the full weight of his body rest on her chest as he sighed and squeezed the last of his cum onto her. Looking down, her chest, neck and face glistened with the large load. He climbed off of her and seemed about to say something when a noise caught his attention. Turning to the path, he slowly backed away from the table and prone woman he had just fucked.

Linda turned her head and barely spotted the pair of joggers on the trail. One of them stopped, and the other continued several steps before he realized he was alone. Turning back to his partner, he walked back to her.

"Why did you stop?" he snapped at the woman, but she ignored his tone. 

"Over there," she said through panting breath. "It looks like someone's on that picnic table." The man squinted and followed her line of sight.

"So?" he snarled. "Let's get moving before we start to cool down."

"What if someone's hurt over there, Neil? I'm going to look."

"Becky?" the man demanded, "hold on a minute." When he saw she wasn't going to stop, he hurried after her.

Linda watched them approach with a bemused smile under her gag. They were a yuppie couple, not doubt about it. They wore matching designer outfits complete with wrist and headbands and five hundred-dollar running shoes. Not a bad looking couple, Linda guessed them to be in their late twenties, maybe early thirties. The man was starting to bald, and was about the same height as his wife, just shorter than Linda's own. The woman was attractive in a cold, perfectly groomed sort of way, but her body was tight, and firm, and the man's well toned. 

The couple gasped in unison as they approached to find a woman tied naked on top of the picnic table in the middle of the park. Two sets of eyes roamed over her lush, erotic body that was still flushed in the aftermath of her orgasm. 

"Would you look at that?" Neil muttered dubiously.

"I've heard of this at work," Becky said quietly and looked around. "I think this is some sort of sex game." 

Linda's eyes opened and she shook her head when she realized they were just going to stare at her. She mumbled into the gag, but no coherent words would form as she struggled against her bounds. The ropes were tight, and each movement scraped her ass and back until she stopped helplessly.

"What do you mean?" Neil gasped. "We should just leave her like this? Look at her, it must be hurting." Linda squeaked and nodded, but they didn't seem to notice.

"I don't know…" Becky whispered. "Maybe someone left her like this hoping she would be discovered."

"What kind of sick game is this?" 

"Neil." The tone in his wife's voice caused Neil to finally turn away and look at Becky. "Remember what we talked about? We could, here."

"Here?" Neil's eyes widened. "With her?"

"Why not? If it's a game, and we were suppose to find her. I want to." Becky rubbed her hand between her legs over her shorts. "We can be quick." Neil licked his lips and finally nodded after a quick look around. 

"Okay, if we're quick." The couple moved shakily to Linda's legs. "I can't believe we're doing this."

Linda blinked hard started at the couple as best she could, not able to believe what was happening either. Becky obviously had a bi-sexual fantasy, and as they got into position, it also involved her husband. Instead of helping her, setting her free or at least undoing her gag so she could explain, the couple was about to use her as cruelly as her assailant had. She squeaked and squirmed, but it did not good. They weren't even looking at her, just her cunt. They hadn't even noticed the cum that was cooling and drying further up her body.

The couple quickly stepped out of their shorts, dropping briefs and panties as they excitingly got into position. Linda suddenly realized that this is probably by far the craziest thing they had ever done or will ever do. Becky stepped between Linda's legs and bent over at the waist, while Neil moved in behind her. She put her hands on Linda's thighs for support and waited until he lined his cock up with her pussy and began to ease it inside before looking over Linda's cunt.

Becky gasped. She had never seen a shaved cunt like this before. She trimmed her own, but nothing so outrageous. She could see it glisten and smell the scent of her heat. Her body trembled and she thought about backing out, but this was too good to pass up. The cunt looked too good to pass up. Moving her head in closer, she closed her eyes and tentatively licked out at Linda's swollen lips.

Linda twitched and moaned at the contact. She felt like a complete and utter whore at that moment and loved it completely. She was being used, not as human being, but as a cunt. The rest of her did not exist or matter to the couple, just the pussy that the woman licked again.

"How is it?" Neil grunted with the same casualness that he would ask about a meal as he fucked his wife from behind. Becky turned and looked at her husband before moving her face back to the cunt.

"It's good," she decided after a slower lick that pressed at the opening of her cunt. "Don't cum too quick. I want this for a few minutes."

"I'll try, baby. But this is really hot."

Neil slowed his pace and watched as Becky licked at the bald cunt. Getting a better grip on Linda's hips, Becky forced her tongue into her cunthole and was rewarded with the delicious juices inside. She explored the cunt more confidently, licking at the puffy lips and moving to the clit. When she heard Linda moan and felt the firm body twitch and shudder when she licked the hard bud, Becky smiled and started licking it harder. Within moments, she felt Linda's body tighten and tremble and the pussy spasmed. Becky moved her mouth to the cunthole again and licked at the juices that flowed out. 

"She's cumming," Becky said happily as she licked away. "Quick, Neil, cum in me!"

"Alright, Becky." Neil started to increase his pace and could feel his balls start to tighten when a noise caught his attention from the other side of the table.

"I see you enjoy my plaything," a man's voice said as he stepped into view. The couple nearly fell over each other as they back away, their hands trying to hide their nakedness below the waist as they looked at the large, masked figure. 

"Uh, we just, uh," Neil stuttered as he looked around for his shorts. Becky said nothing. She couldn't. Her eyes were locked onto the hard cock that jutted out nine-inches. Neil was nearly six inches, and she had only had sex with two other men in her life, both about the same size. The massive, bobbing cock captivated all of her senses.

The masked man looked the couple over for several moments before gesturing to the woman. "Why don't we do a trade?" he asked in Neil's direction. "Anonymous, without consequence? That's what you were looking for in this woman, weren't you?"

Neil licked his lips and looked over Linda hard for the first time. She was incredible. Her body was even firmer and toner than his wife's, and her tits much bigger. But it was that bald cunt that made him drool. He had always wanted a bald cunt, just like in the porn films he had hidden in the basement. 

Becky's eyes widened at the request, but not in a negative way. All she could think about was having that huge cock in her. She had tasted another woman's cunt, fulfilling one of her fantasies. Having a cock that big stretch her open would be another one. The couple nodded in unison.

The man gestured to a spot on the table's bench beside Linda body. He noticed the way that each of them looked at the one they were about to fuck with a longing that went beyond simple lust. This would likely be the end of their marriage. He smiled to himself and shrugged. He was not a marriage counselor.

Neil did not even look at his wife as he moved in between Linda's legs. He lined his cock up as pushed forward. "Oh my, yessss," he moaned as he easily sank into the wet and stretched pussy. "This feels so wonderful. Yesss." He started slowly. Already close to cumming, he wanted to savour this delicious feeling.

Becky looked at her lust-filled husband with more than passing jealously, but quickly passed him from her mind as the stranger took hold of her guided her onto the bench. She kneeled down and thrust her bare ass into the air. Closing her eyes, she felt the man move in behind her and slide his huge cock up and down her crack. She was wet from her husband, but no amount of lubrication could have prepared her for the pressure of the cock head that forced itself into her tight opening. She gasped, her voice stuck through the haze and sudden pain of the intrusion as he roughly pushed forward, embedding himself half way inside of her. The man groaned.

"You're so tight," he whispered to her. "Never had a real cock inside of you before?"

"No," she moaned back as he gently eased a few more inches into her and waited as her cunt to slowly relaxed and stretched around him.

"Open your eyes," he whispered in her ear as he leaned over her. She did as he asked and looked over Linda's upper body as she watched them helplessly. Becky looked at the drying wetness on her skin. "You like her body, don't you. You like her large, firm tits, her firm stomach, her lush skin."

"Yessss," Becky purred as the man started to slowly pump in and out of her. Neil looked up at them, but it was as if he was watching one of his films, not his wife and a stranger. The feeling of the cunt as it pulsed and squeezed around his cock was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He moved his hand down and rubbed it around her bald lips and clit.

"Play with her tits," the man commanded, fucking her harder. "That's my cum on her skin. Lick it off of her. Devour it."

"Yesss, just fuck me," the woman gasped and moaned. She did not like cum in her mouth, and never let her husband blow in it during the odd head she gave him. But at that moment, with the huge cock filling her up completely, she wanted to do everything he asked of her. 

She reached out and took hold the large tits, squeezing them in her hands. Her mouth lowered and lapped at the cum on her skin. She didn't know if she liked it or not, but it didn't matter. She followed the trails of cum on Linda's chest with her tongue, pausing to suck and bite her hard nipples before moving on. She even licked the large splash of cum from Linda's face, and tried to kiss the woman through the gag.

Neil watched his wife licking the woman's chest and face and lips, oblivious to the fact that it was cum she truly lapping up. But he didn't care why she was doing it. All he cared about was watching the fuck scene in front of him while he pounded away on the woman's cunt.

Linda was lost in a chaotic haze of mixed emotions. She felt like a complete fuck slut as she was licked clean by a woman while being fucked by her husband. And all the while, the man who had forced into the situation was happily fucking the woman with the huge cock that had so recently taken her. It was all too much for her, and despite the smallness of the cock inside of her, she felt her orgasm start and blast through her body.

"Oh, my," Neil yelled as he felt Linda's cunt explode around his cock. "Oh god, that's too much. Oh my, I can't. Oh yessssss." Pumping into her, Neil shot his cum into her spasming pussy. The hot liquid only added to the excitement of her over stimulated body, sending another wave of powerful sensations through her. The scraping and cutting of the wood was yet another added intense sensation that sent her orgasm reeling.




Weekend Pet Ch. 7



Becky backed off in surprise when she felt Linda's body start to thrash. The man moved his hands under her body and cupped her tits through her shirt and bra. He pushed down on her back with his chest, forcing her forward until her face pressed into one of Linda's jiggling tits. Becky caught the large nipple in her mouth and sucked hard as the man pounded her from behind. 

"Yesss," the man hissed. "You're about to get cummed from a real man's cock. You want my cum in your cunt?"

"Fuck!" Becky screamed into the night air. The shout snapped Neil out of his revere and he pulled his cock out of the hot cunt with a plop and backed away to watch. "Fuck yes. Cum in me. Cum in me with that big cock."

Linda shrieked into her gag again as she felt pain rush through the trail end of her orgasm. Becky bit down hard on her nipple as the woman started to cum with her first fuck-induced orgasm in years. 

"You're going to get it," the man yelled and squeezed her tits hard, causing Becky to let go off the nipple to scream out loud in pleasure and pain. "Here's my cum, slut. Take it. Take it all. Yesssss."

The man pounded hard and suddenly stiffened as Becky felt his cum pour into her still spasming pussy. Both of them howled in pleasure as their cum mixed together inside of her. He jerked his cock a few more times inside of her and pulled out roughly. Becky lay panting on Linda's tit for long moments before finally catching her breath enough to gain her feet. She looked at her husband awkwardly, and the pair quickly dressed before hurrying back down the path without a word.

The man watched them go, before bending down to retrieve his knife. He flashed in front of Linda's face before severing her bonds, one by one. Linda pulled the ball gag off and rubbed her stretched and sore jaw before rubbing her wrists. The man smiled and kissed her quickly on the lips. He glanced down at her tattered clothes and started to walk away.

"You better hurry back to your apartment," he said over his shoulder. "There's lots of bad people out in the night." Linda looked at her clothes nervously. It would be a naked run the rest of the way home.

"I know," Linda called back with a lazy smile. "Thank you, Master. Good night."



Weekend Plans



My cellphone rang out insistently. How was it that I could be bored for hours upon hours, but the time I *do* get called, it's when I'm already in the middle of something? I paused the game I was playing, setting my controller down and tilting the face of my phone up to see who was calling. The screen displayed a picture of a white brunette girl, clad in a skimpy bikini and floral print sarong. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of novelty fluorescent green sun-glasses (the kind with horizontal slats), and she smiled wide as she held a bottle of tequila aloft. The bottom of the screen displayed simple block text reading "KATIE".

I sighed and pulled the phone off the table and leaned back. I held the phone and paused for a moment, wondering if I really wanted to give up my lovely Saturday afternoon to deal with whatever nonsense Katie would be dragging me into. She was the hottest girl I knew (and had been for years), but she would constantly meddle with everybody and take them for granted. She wasn't all bad, she was just bossy like that.

I felt the phone buzz in my hand. I tore myself away from my thoughts and brought the phone to my ear.

"Hey Katie."

"Hey Nick! Thank god you answered, everybody else is flaking out on me! I need you to go pick up something for me and bring it back to my place."

I rolled my eyes and slumped in my chair... here we go again. "I'm doing fine Katie, thanks for asking. I'm glad I have friends that really care about me. You know, a lot of people these days say that our generation is selfish, but it's people like you that prove them wrong."

"Ugh, you're such an ass, Nick." I couldn't tell how much of the disappointment in her voice was for real and how much was playing along with my sarcasm. I rolled on anyway.

"You know it. Seriously though, you can't take care of your errands yourself?"

"Well *first* off, fuck you. And secondly, it's a new easychair. I don't have room for it in my car, and you have a truck, so *you* do the math."

"What, they don't have a delivery service at wherever you got it from?"

"I'm not made of money, Nick."

"Says the girl with the new chair."

She let out an exasperated sigh "god, are you going to help me out or not?"

I frowned to myself... maybe I was being too much of an asshole. It's not like I was doing anything so special... why not help out a friend? "Sorry, sorry... don't worry, I'll pick it up for you."

After getting the location of the store from her, I ended the call, grabbed my keys, and got on my way.

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45 minutes and a lot of grunting later, I stood at the door of her house. I cursed myself for answering the phone. Then I cursed myself again for agreeing to help Katie out for free. I don't know what her new chair was made of, but bricks and anvils were high on the list. I set the box down, sighing with relief as I set the weight down. Christ, it was heavy. I rang the doorbell. From deep inside the house, I heard her yell. "Come on innnn!!!"

I turned the knob, pushed the door wide open. I grabbed the box and hobbled as I tried to bring it inside. I somehow managed to close the door behind me. I stopped to catch my breath, and then shouted out to the apparently empty house. "Katie? It's Nick! Where do you want your stupid, heavy-as-shit, and probably ugly chair!?!?"

"Over here! In the master bedroom!" She called out from the direction of where I knew her master bedroom to be. I stood silent for a few moments before realizing that she wasn't even going to help me take it down to her room. I just couldn't believe her sometimes.

I hoisted the box up and trudged down the hallway to her bedroom, grumbling. I turned the corner, seeing the door to her room open just a crack. I nudged the door open with my shoulder, and carried the box into her room. It took me a few seconds to fully process the scene before my eyes.

She half-knelt, half-sat on her bed with her back to me, her knees askew, pointing at "10" and "2". She was totally nude. Her petite body was flawless. My eyes drank her in, from her plump round ass, up the subtle arch and dimple of her back, all the way to her shoulder-blades moving as she drew a finger up to her mouth and slid it past her lazily parted lips.

She looked over her shoulder, and as she playfully gnawed on her finger, she gave me a look that melted my mind. It was looking up my body expectantly, it was lust, it was a slight glance down her nude form, it was a silent "what are YOU gonna do about it?"

I'm convinced that she practiced this look, that she planned this moment detail by detail. It was all too perfect. I suppose I could have felt manipulated. But being there with her and seeing her like that, I could only feel desire. Overflowing, uncontrollable, reckless desire.

She turned her body a bit more and coquettishly removed her finger from her mouth. In a smooth motion, her hand descended, travelled down her perky breast. Her nipple popped right back up at attention as her hand left it behind and continued its motion, stroking her bare thigh.

"...wellllll?" She purred.

I dropped the box.

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I got on the bed, approaching her directly, kneeling on the pliable surface of her bed. I reached out, finding her skin wonderfully warm to the touch. She purred as my hands curled around her body, tracing the contours of her luscious form. My hands climbed up from her taut stomach to cup her breasts. I felt Katie arch against my hands, offering her breasts to me. I took her up on her offer, pulling her back against my chest. I was suddenly aware of her perfume, something floral with a hint of spice.

Katie's breathing hitched in response to my fingers capturing her nipples. I pinched experimentally, and a moan purred in her throat. I murmured into her ear "Damn Katie, you're so responsive... you must be so fucking horny..."

She tsked and broke away from me, leaning forward to escape my grasp. She crawled away from me on all fours, circling around to face me. "How about I show you just how fucking horny I am...?" She replied with a husky voice. My mouth hung open as I watched her hips and ass sway from side to side as she completed her circuit.

She grabbed me by my shoulders and wrestled me down onto the bed with surprising ease (not that I was resisting). I felt her legs rubbing against the outside of my body as she crawled forward, her hands reaching to grab my shirt. She fell upon me, her lips pressed against mine with an arousing hunger, her tongue jamming inside my mouth before I knew it. I kissed back as best I could, trying to match her intensity. My hands found their way to her thighs, stroking her smooth skin. I felt her hands tugging at my shirt violently, clumsily pawing at the buttons as her kiss set my world on fire.

I felt my shirt part, followed closely by the sensation of her hanging nipples brushing against my chest like the world's sexiest pair of Foucault's Pendulums. Katie's lips left mine, and she pounced down on my chest, kissing over my pecs with wild abandon as she stripped my shirt off. I wriggled out of the shirt as she tore it away from my arms. "Fuck Katie, you *are* horn---"

"Shut up," she growled as her hands grabbed my jeans and tugged them down. My fully erect cock sprung free from its denim prison and was engulfed by Katie's hungry mouth immediately. Her lips swiveled around my shaft as she took my length deep. God, she was amazing... the molten heat of her mouth washed over my manhood, and every inch of my body sang with pleasure. Her head bobbed on my cock as she sucked my cock like a pro, her silken hair pooling around my waist repeatedly, a curtain repetitively rising and falling on her performance.

Her tongue lapped against the underside of my cock as she sucked, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My cock throbbed; I felt like I was getting bigger with every deep suck Katie gave me. I felt her mouth recede from my hot and throbbing prick, earning her a plaintive moan of protest directly from my agape mouth.

I looked back down at her, and she stared back up at me; her deep brown eyes were lit up like pyrotechnics, exploding with a mixture of glee and deep primal lust. She crawled up my body on all fours, holding my gaze for what felt like eternity- I was a deer in the headlights. Katie straddled me, her hands bracing herself on my toned chest, elevating her perfect ass just so, and then sinking down on my cock. She cried out... a lingering mewl filling the room as our worlds became one.

Katie started riding me, raising her body and then slamming back down home on my cock. She bit her lip once more, obviously trying to hold back her wails of satisfaction. I reached forward and claimed her bouncing tits, groping her eagerly, and delighted in her reaction. "You don't have to hold back... fuck, fuckkkkk, god you're so fucking good on that cock," I teased out, feeling our bodies exploding with pleasure. I bucked my hips up, matching her rhythm. "You know you want to scream out, Katie... you're so fucking hot right now...." I trailed off with a groan as I felt her squeeze around me tighter, closing my eyes as pleasure overwhelmed me.

Katie managed to moan out a "S-s-shut uppp..." before her head nodded forward... her mouth hanging open and wailing a sharp staccato note each and every time her hips rammed against my body, my cock filling her deeply. The notes of Katie's voice came faster and sharper, raising in pitch and frenzy as we fucked until she reached her climax. Her voice cut off and she fell forward on me, embracing me tightly, her body shaking wildly.

I held her close, feeling her body tremble against mine, shivering with pleasure, her pussy squeezing down on my cock, gripping me so fucking tightly. I still needed more from her, though. There was no way she could take us this far without me getting there with her. I embraced her and rolled over on top of her, flipping her on her back, eliciting a surprised yelp from her. I couldn't help but note the tint of satisfaction and approval in her voice as I handled her easily.

"OH FUCK!!! Please Nick, pleasepleaseplease fuck me...?" She laid on her back and begged. She didn't need to... my cock was already pounding inside her, her doe-like eyes wide, her mouth yawning open as she panted and moaned. Her legs wrapped around me as I continued to fuck her... her words barely reaching me in my lusty fervor.

"Yes Nick, yes yes.. oh god! Ohh! Fuck meeee! Oh g-ohoh ohhhh" her voice crooned as we fucked. Her legs wrapped around my waist, cinching tight and holding me close... never letting my cock pull back too much.

I pounded away inside Katie, lost in the pounding heat. I can't remember how long we fucked, but I remember the look of utter pleasure and contentment on Katie's face as I came inside her, filling her with my cum.