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The Weekend Ch. 02

By: BindnCufTite



Sometime later Liza arrived in the small country town closest to her objective. She was perturbed to see signposts indicating the direction of the great house which she sought as her goal. On arriving at her destination, Liza was disappointed to find not only was her room not prepared, but that she was brought, by the butler, to the penthouse which was already occupied by a number of others. To her surprise, they appeared to be engrossed in watching a porn movie on an incredibly large wall mounted television screen. Slightly apprehensive, considering the condition of her dress and herself, Liza chose not to join the viewers on the rather large settee. For distraction, rather than interest, she approached a brass telescope, close to the window, which was mounted on a tall mahogany tripod. She did notice that the object was tilted at a strange angle; nevertheless she looked through the eye piece.

To her surprise Liza's view was almost exactly the same as that which she had earlier seen on the wall mounted screen. It appeared that the movie was in fact a live feed from a guest house in the grounds to the rear of the mansion. Her attention was drawn to a tall, naked, dark haired and well built man of middle years. He stood sideways on to her and was in the process of wrapping the hair of a kneeling lady in his fist. As his grip tightened he drew the smiling blonde towards his hardened crotch. As Liza watched, she became entranced. The guy was in her estimation huge, and she couldn't imagine ever taking this man's girth or length in their mouth or anywhere else. Her interest increased as she felt herself moisten below. Subconsciously, she drew her hand up inside her bare thigh as her gaze remained glued to the scope. 

Before she reached her destination another hand overlapped and clasped hers. A soft voice whispered 

"Don't move." 

Liza gasped and as she attempted to raise her head a hand clamped the nape of her neck. 

"Stay there, keep watching and enjoy the experience."

Softly hands began to caress her legs and waist. Her dress was raised from her ass as the hands began to stroke her intimately. Suddenly she felt the kiss of soft lips on her. Quick licks followed. Within minutes she was grasping the telescope for dear life. Soft gentle caresses, kisses, nibbles, licking touching her cunt and anus. She had never before felt such delicate ministering. Her eyes wide, breath coming in gasps, knees quivering, heart pounding, her jaw slack, she was incredibly close to cumming. As she sank to her knees she glanced between her thighs and for the first time saw her assailant. It was a read head lady. Liza was immediately shocked and simultaneously excited. She had never had a woman touch her before and especially never one as talented as this red head was at licking her. 

God, I'm getting head from a red, she thought laughing. From the corner of her eye, as she collapsed in delightful exhaustion, Liza caught a glance at the television screen once more. Later the image she viewed would coalesce into an image of her, with her summer dress on the floor beside her, as she was being taken by the other woman while being recorded. As she buckled, Liza and her partner were treated to a round of applause by the other members within the room.

As she settled to the floor a voice announced that the guest rooms were now ready. Lisa slowly regained her feet and by the time she redressed and started to move, she found herself alone. Her knees were still weak, her walk slightly meandering, but she followed the group as best she could. The climb down stairs had the worst effect on her and twice she had to stop to get a grip on the handrail. By the time she entered the corridor containing the accommodations, she heard the last of the doors close shut, but it took her just a few seconds to realize that the individual guest names were on each door. Luckily hers was the fourth door along so she didn't have to go too far. On entering the room, Liza was surprised to find a black lycra/pvc dress draped across her bed. The bedside table carried an invitation card which stressed that she had until six thirty to prepare herself for dinner. This, she realized gave her enough time to shower and dress. The en-suite attached had plenty of towels, a hair dryer and soaps and shampoo. 

Returning from her shower, Liza struggled for some time to get into the dress correctly. On completion she became aware that she was going to be fully displayed tonight. Her full breasts protruded as if bared, her erect nipples displayed for all to see, her butt appeared to shine through the dress. Even her navel could clearly be seen. She realized that she was actually being paranoid, but with the tightness of the dress, this was how she felt. In fact the feeling stimulated her also. Dinner was slightly formal, in as much as it could be with the ladies displaying their bodies in similar fashions while the gentlemen wore only skintight black shorts and neckties. Lisa looked around at the other members of the group and was acknowledged by those who saw her with shy smiles. That was of course until she caught sight of her red haired assailant, who positively beamed a smile at her and winked in her direction. Lisa felt herself blush and quickly divert her gaze. The meal itself was pleasant, opening with baked olives wrapped in cheese. This was followed by asparagus, new mini potatoes in garlic, and roast pork tenderloin with the most delectable sauce. Sorbet and ice cream followed. The wines were unfortunately not to Lisa's taste as she had a preference for champagne at all times, but they were acceptable. 

As teas and coffees were being served by the wait staff, a voice came over the intercom and advised the guests that they had the rest of the evening free to entertain themselves as they saw fit. They were also advised that there would be a movie in the theatre next door. As Liza approached the theatre she was intercepted by the red head.

"Hi, I'm Carrie, I really enjoyed you today. You taste wonderful"

Liza looked at Carrie and felt herself blush once more. 

"I guess I should say "hello" Carrie, you're the first female ever to touch me down there. I was amazed it felt so good, not like.."

"Yes I know, not like when a guy does it its different."

"Yes, yes, exactly, different, not as rushed, not as rough, although I do like it rough sometimes."

As Liza heard herself admit this to her companion she once more became withdrawn. Carrie laughed softly. 

"That's nothing. Hey I've an idea, let's get to your room and I'll show you something you never imagined."

Grabbing Liza'a hand Carrie made straight for the door. Liza allowed Carrie to bring her along. For the first time in her life she looked at another woman's legs and rear. She watched the fluid movements of Carrie's thighs and ass as she climbed the few steps of the stair to the bedrooms. Watched her companion's neck as her red hair flicked to the side with odd movements of Carrie's body. She felt herself warm to Carrie's touch, and wondered if she could feel her perspiring hand. Breathlessly they arrived outside Liza's room. 

"Wait for a minute, I need to get something," Carrie told Liza rushing down the corridor. Liza watched her companion disappear. The green dress which Carrie wore was almost a duplicate of Liza's except the neckline plunged deeper. Earlier Liza was almost tempted to reach into the cleft of Carrie's dress to pull out a breast, just to see if it were possible. 

On her return Carrie brought a small case. Liza wondered but did not question what it contained. On entering her room, she saw on her bed a corset and a dvd.

"Oh good, tomorrows clothes and a copy of our escapade earlier, I got one too," Carrie piped.

"How do you know?

"Oh this is my second visit to this palace of pleasure and decadence."

Liza was surprised and interested.

"Tell me more," she pleaded.

"No can do," replied Carrie. 

"I can show you though. Tell me, have you ever tied your lover up? Or have they ever tied you up?"

"I'm not that adventurous," replied Liza.

"You don't know what you're missing you sweet thing you," laughed Carrie.

Carrie took Liza by the hand, placed her case on the bed, and pulled her close. Liza could feel Carrie's breath on her cheek. If she inhaled at the right time she could almost taste Carrie. Her left hand lifted to rest on the crook on Carrie's right elbow. 

Liza felt nervous. She could feel Carrie's warmth all over her body, yet their bodies were not touching. She believed she could almost feel Carrie's heart beat. Liza closed her eyes. Carrie touched her. One fingertip caressing her neck, drifting slowly down from her chin to the neckline of her dress. Liza tilted her head back to lengthen the area to be touched. She found herself wanting to be touched. Carrie's breath wafted beneath Liza's chin. She gasped. A finger traced the line of her hair. Her face reached towards it. 

"On the bed," Carrie ordered.

Reluctantly Liza opened her eyes and climbed onto the bed as directed. Carrie stood at the side of the bed and looked down on her. Liza was struck by Carrie's dominance in that position and she felt herself yearn to be touched again.

"Please" She whimpered.

Carrie smiled sweetly.

"Close your eyes you sweet thing, and don't move. I won't hurt you, promise."

Liza clamped her eyes shut, both excited and nervous at the same time. She heard Carrie open her case and within some few seconds felt Carrie beside her once more. Carrie's hands traced the length of Liza's arms to her wrists. Liza was tempted to open her eyes as she felt Carrie place something soft on her wrists. She resisted the urge. Her arms were lifted over her head and fastened into place. Liza realized she was trapped. She suddenly became incredibly nervous, cried out and attempted to lower her arms. Carrie grasped Liza's head in her hands.

"Open your eyes pet. Don't worry. I told you, I won't hurt you. Tonight is for our pleasure."

Liza laughed nervously, and relaxed again. Her eyes opened and she watched Carrie as she continued removing a selection of items from her case. Carrie approached the bedside carrying what appeared to be a letter opener. She inserted the blade into the neckline of Liza's PVC dress and in one movement slashed the dress in half. So quick was the cutting that Liza felt as if she had exploded from the confines of the garment. Her butt cheeks relaxed from their clamp like tension and her breasts actually wobbled. How indecent, she thought to herself. Nevertheless it did not stop her nipples hardening in anticipation. Already she felt that familiar moistness in her crotch.

Who would have believed that a short time ago she was the result of a severely puritanical family? One in which the mere mention of the word sex would have sent her father into fits of rage. Yes she had married. In fact it was an arranged wedding. A man of her parents choice, a man she had never seen until her wedding day. She lived as his wife for almost sixteen years. He drank often and gambled. Abuse soon followed. The few times he was able to perform sexually she got pregnant. Now after two children, many bruises and broken bones later she was free. It wasn't through any plan of hers. He never allowed her to have any money, nor did she know how to drive and that enabled him to keep her prisoner. Their farm was ten miles from town. 

He left to get some beer one night. It wasn't until a few hours later that the police officer came knocking on the door to inform her that he wouldn't be coming home, ever. She stood in the doorway, reacting to her confusion, disbelief, hope and pleasure at the prospect of being saved. The officer looked at her in puzzlement. Not knowing what to do for her, he brought her and her two children down to town to the Grief Counselor. In turn the Counselor, Fred, became her mentor. In his words she had "a lot of catching up to do." This weekend was to play a major part in her "coming up to speed." In fact they had not yet had or even attempted to have sex. Liza knew that she loved him and that she had some hang-ups. She had recently discovered that he had some also and between them, they expected, this weekend would help to smooth out the edges.

Her attention was powerfully brought back to her position by Carries soft kiss sending electrical charges through Liza's bared nipple. Her body arched from the bed at the touch. Liza's eyes focused on the instruments Carrie had produced from her case. Fred had recently given her a quiz on "How much do you really know about sex" and he had shown her pictures of some of these items. To say that she was shocked was an understatement. The size alone of some of the instruments, dildos, and vibrators, she thought they were called, was breathtaking. I don't believe that anyone could ever put those inside, it can't be possible, she thought.

Carrie bond each of Liza's ankles to the foot of the bed, spreading her wide. Slipping her hand under her butt she pushed in two pillows, elevating Liza's cunt, exposing her to the world. Liza felt the coolness caress her lips and attempted to worm herself into a less exposed position. 

"Ssshhhh! Don't move, you're perfect as you are. Carrie assured her.

Liza felt herself redden once more. Carrie laughed and caressed her neck with her fingernail. The scratching, although delicate, thrilled Liza. Her crotch tingled. Carrie continued to gently scratch, caress, and massage her neck and shoulders. Liza never believed that she could experience such raw sexual feelings from such gentle touches. The more Carrie touched, the more excited Liza became. Carrie reached behind herself and produced an artists brush. 

"For this experience, you will need to wear this." 

From her collection of implements Carrie produced a night mask, which she dropped over Liza's eyes, blocking her view. Try as Liza might, she couldn't dislodge it. Her efforts were curtailed very quickly as the brush wafted across her cheek and lips. Instant electricity once more shot through her. The darkness provided by the mask further enhanced the torture. Never before had Liza felt anything so small and soft which had such a profound effect on her. 

The brush disappeared, Liza waited and waited. Like a dagger she felt it brush between her breasts. Her breath stilled. Her inner thigh was next assaulted with the fine instrument. Next, the arch of her foot. Each and every time the brush touched, Liza physically jumped, as much as her ties would allow. Inside her knee, across her tummy, below her left breast. Carrie was laughing softly.

"I love it when you react, you're soooo sensitive."

Liza gasped for breath, almost sobbing now in pleasure and expectation. Soon the brush was replaced with something else. Liza felt the movement of the bed as Carrie shifted her weight. It took a few seconds for Liza to figure out what the new tool was. Had Carrie been paying attention she would have seen Liza redden in embarrassment again. Her realization that Carrie was kissing her caused her shock. Such delicateness, breaths caressing, blowing, wafting across her nakedness. Lips touching lightly, faintly, kisses, tongue licking, nibbling. Liza's mind was in turmoil, her body reacting to each and every touch, some imagined, some expected. Her still untouched pussy becoming more and more moist with each passing second. Suddenly she became aware of that feeling within the pit of her stomach, the sweat forming on her upper lip, the swelling of her breasts and finally the exploding sensation of her orgasm. A cry erupted from her throat, becoming a scream, never, never before had she had such an orgasm. In fact, orgasms were few and far between in her experience, and this ranked way up there at the top.

It wasn't until Carrie touched her pussy lips with what must have been a vibe, or maybe a dildo that Liza realized how wet she was. Still wearing the mask she couldn't see what the implement was, but she was open and ready for it, or at least she thought she was. She felt as if she could almost take anything Carrie could give her, and she was willing, almost begging for it. Liza felt her ankles become slightly slack and although she attempted to move, she had little if any more room. Carrie placed something between Liza's knees, keeping her open as she pulled them onto her chest. Once more Liza was trussed. This time she knew she was really exposed. Her ass was slightly higher than her head, her knees spread wide, crushed against her chest, hands still tied over head. The image of a chicken ready for roasting flashed through her mind. I wonder if I'm going to get basted as well. She thought.

Liza felt Carrie's lips caress her openness. Her tongue licked, circled, nibbled her lips. A finger slipped into her ass. She felt a coolness as the finger withdrew and the lathering of a cream on her ass. So intense was her focus on her ass that she almost failed to notice the attention her cunt was getting. Carrie's lips encircled Liza's clit, trapped it as she began to hum. Liza was stunned, such sensations, such feeling was incredible. Already she was having difficulty breathing and this new move by Carrie almost caused her to faint. She tried to buck Carrie off but failed miserably. Carrie once more moved the toy in her hand across Liza's pussy, slowly dipping in and out of her treasured honey pot of pleasure. Liza heard the squelching of her juices again and again. Her whole body tensed, breathing irregular, sweat again beading on her lip, her brow furrowed in concentration. The toy entering her deeper and deeper, faster and faster. She was almost ready to cum when the toy slipped. Instead of entering her cunt, it filed her asshole. The movement was so quick, Liza froze. Every nerve in her body seized for what felt like a full minute. The shock was so sudden Liza stopped breathing, her body ceased to feel, her eyes sprang wide open, her mouth formed a perfect "O," her hands clenched into small fists, even her toes curled, and then it happened, again. As if on command her second orgasm of the night fully overtook and then rifled through her. Starting at her ass, speeding through her, to her cunt, her nipples, breasts, stomach, thighs, everything felt as if it was at once going to explode, every nerve fiber was on fire, every part of her body felt as if it had truly awakened after a hard and grueling marathon. She had not only "hit the wall" she had driven right through it. If ever sex could cause weight loss, it was here and now. Again she screamed, the scream this time was different. Instead of the wailing cry of the trapped animal, this scream was the cry of release. The cry of release of pleasure, cry of delight, the cry of pure sexual satisfaction. She collapsed, exhausted and slept naked on the bed. Carrie, reluctantly untied her and slept with her, draped protectively across Liza'a nakedness.

The Weekend Ch. 02



The story continues the saga of a weekend I dreamt about.

*

It was quite the site. My beautiful wife, straddled across his lap, facing him. He took her breast in his mouth, while she moved around on his pole. He slid to the front of the cushion to allow her to grind further on his dick. She kept her high heels firmly on the ground and just continued to move herself up and down and around. It didn't take long to see she was getting close to her orgasm.

She was right. It didn't take long for him to explode in her pussy, even before she had a chance to cum. 

"Well," she said. "I'm glad we got that first load done quickly so you can really take care of me now." 

With that, she leaned forward giving him a deep kiss. Then she slowly slid off his cock and I could see the rope of cum stretch between them before it fell on his thigh. 

She walked slowly to me and asked if I liked the look of that cream pie in her pussy. And before I could answer, she demanded that I lie back. 

"On your back", she commanded. 

And as I laid down, she turned to Clint and said "any questions you have about who's in charge will be answered right now."

And with that, she stood over me facing my feet lowered her pussy to my face and commanded that I lick his juices from her cunt. She knows that I love 69, and for a moment, I thought that was coming next. I adored feeling her stocking clad legs next to my head. And she did reach for my cock, but it became clear there would be no release for me. Instead, she held it by the base to keep me from coming.

She was still horny from the fucking she'd just had, and clearly wanted the release she'd not yet enjoyed. She started grinding her pussy into my face, using the bumps of my chin and nose to bring herself closer to climax. 

"Now, lick just my clit." she commanded. And as I did, she moaned as the rest of Clint's sex juice eased from the deepest part of her pussy. After she finished her climax, she stood up, looking at my glistening face. 

"I'm enjoying this more than I ever thought I would," she said. The giant smile on her face was proof she was not saying that just for me.

I begged to come. Even if I had to jack myself off in front of her and her former boyfriend. 

"No." she said. And told me I didn't get to cum, at least not yet. Not until she knew she'd had more than she could stand. "That means Clint has to get it up to fuck me again."

With that, she walked back over to Clint. He reached out for her thigh, and rubbed his hand up and down her leg until he finally reached between them, and slid his finger into her slit.

"That just makes me so hot." she said. "I need to feel you inside me again, please" she continued, taking a deep breath.

He said he wasn't recovered yet. She said that could be fixed.

With that, she told me crawl back over and suck his dick until it was hard. She made it clear she wanted to feel that giant dick again, and if I wanted to cum that night, it wouldn't happen until after she had a dick induced orgasm.

By this time, I knew I had become what I said I wanted to be. I was now a cuck. I crawled over, and quietly sat in front of him. As he stroked my wife's stockings from knee to stocking top, I reached for his dick. Immediately, it started to grow. 

"In your mouth." was all she said as she reached for her own nipples and started to play with herself. 

I can't believe it, but I did it. I took his dick in my mouth and actually felt like I wanted to make him hard so we could get it over with. 

It didn't take long for him to start growing in my mouth. I was actually jealous of how quickly he recovered. His pole was hard before I knew it. 

She could tell he was ready. She withdrew from him long enough to climb up on the sofa, set herself on her knees and told him to take her from behind.

She always liked it doggy style, and tonight was no exception. He pushed me aside as he mounted her from behind. His dick sawed in and out of her like a champion. It was clear his release a few minutes ago gave him the ability to fuck her hard without fear that he would cum quickly.

It was also clear it wouldn't take much time for my bride to experience the orgasm she had been longing for. Her breathing started to quicken. 

"Harder" was all she could say, followed by something about how good his big dick felt. 

The view from the back was everything I'd dreamed of. Clint, standing behind her pumping in and out. On either side of him I could see her stocking clad legs and high heels rocking back and forth to meet his every thrust.

It seemed like it was going on forever, but I know better. She started to moan, let out a near scream and clearly had one of the strongest orgasms I'd ever seen her enjoy.

He paused for a moment to allow her to enjoy the release, and then started right back in again. He gave her three orgasms in that session before he finally exploded in her again.

Panting, she collapsed on to the sofa as his dick popped out of her very slippery hole. 

"That was the best fuck I've ever had." she said through her labored breathing. I was confused. I was glad she was happy, and I enjoyed watching it. But I hated hearing that another man given her the best fuck of her life. 

Clint sat down on the other side of the sofa to catch his own breath as she rolled over and stretched her legs out to rest on his lap. Slowly, her fingers reached for her own sex, as we both watched her play her fingers across her pubic area. 

"Come to me," she barked. "Just watch for a moment," she added.

With that, she fingered herself like a school girl. With two fingers full of Clint's cum, she reached for me and fed me her fingers. I knew what was expected. I just licked them clean. She repeated it. Again, I had two fingers full of jism in my mouth. And then she repeated it for a third time.

She looked over to see that my dick was hard. She told Clint she felt sorry for me, that I was clearly in need of an orgasm myself. And she pointed out that I had complied with every order she had given.

She asked if I was ready to cum, and I quickly replied that I was. She took delight in making me not only ask for permission, but beg to cum. Finally, after an actual snicker from Clint, she said I could cum, but they would watch. 

I couldn't believe it. She was actually going to make me jerk off after everything I'd been through. But the truth was, I didn't care. I needed to cum more than I could ever remember.

I started to stroke myself. It was more difficult to cum with Clint watching than I expected. I actually asked her to help, but she delivered a strong rebuke, saying this weekend was about her pleasure. But then, she slipped her foot out of her high heel and reached her toe to my thigh. As she slid it up my leg toward my balls, I could feel the pending eruption starting to build.

She could see that, too, so she withdrew her foot. "Pleeease," I begged.

"Beg more." was all she said.

And so I did. "Pleeeeeease don't stop." was all I could muster. With that, she stretched her leg to my balls again and I erupted like a school boy. The cum actually shot from my dick like cannon fire.

As I laid there, catching my breath, she slipped back into her four inch pumps. She explained that she and Clint were going to grab a shower together and go to bed. In our bed. I was to use the guest room.

"Breakfast at eight," was all she said, followed by "and make sure you have it ready for us."

With that, she stood up, grabbed Clint by the hand and walked off, leaving me lying on the floor with my dick in my hand.

"If you think this was something," she said as she looked back, "just wait for tomorrow. You know I've never let you fuck my ass before. But if Clint get's me this excited tomorrow, you may get to see it happen."

More in Part 3 



The Weekend Ch. 02



Friday morning

I woke up and stumbled to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw that there was still a tiny bit of pink on my ass cheeks from last night's self-administered spanking. After a quick shower and a quicker breakfast, I got dressed for work, including my "special" briefs. Thinking about last night made them even harder to get on, but how could I not think about that?

When I got to work, there were only a couple of other cars in the parking lot. I was early, so only the folks working the late shift were here. During the day, we were fully staffed, but there was someone here 24/7. I recognized Holly's car as I pulled in. Our boss, Mike, had been good about keeping her schedule flexible and looked the other way on the fact that she had a second job to support her two kids and pay off the debt that her scumbag ex had left her with. Occasionally, she worked the regular shift with me, but most of the time, she worked the late shift.

Oh, did I mention that I had a thing for Holly? When she was going through the roughest parts of her divorce, I became the shoulder to cry on. Somewhere in there, my feelings went from friendship to a lot more. Hers did, too, but the "lot more" in her eyes was just very good friendship. She looked on me as a brother now. Most of the time, I realized that it was better than nothing, but sometimes it half-killed me. And I knew better than to say anything. Not only would I hear the four words that every guy dreads -- "let's just be friends" -- but I knew that it'd screw up the relationship that we *did* have.

As I opened the door to our offices, I nearly ran into Holly. She told me that she was on her way to her car to get her uniform for her other job (at a nearby coffeehouse). Joey, the other late shift person that night, told her that he could cover for her so that she could knock off early and run a couple errands between jobs.

"I'm really psyched. The kids are already at their grandparents' house for a week and I'm not working *at all* this weekend."

"Good for you," I said, then got uncharacteristically brave and asked if she wanted to get together for a pizza or something some time over the weekend.

"We'll see," she said. "But I may just get in the bathtub at 5:00 today and not come out until Monday. I'll call you if I get more sociable."

I headed in as she headed out. I went straight for the men's room. Joey was just walking out of the bathroom.

"Hi, Joey. Cool of you to cover for Holly."

"Ah, it's only 30 minutes. And Mike wouldn't care, anyway. Glad you're here, though. If all hell breaks loose after she leaves, I'm yelling for you."

"No problem, man."

I went into the bathroom and headed for the first stall. As you had instructed, I took off my pants and shirt and hung them on the hook of the stall door. I lowered my briefs, my cock springing out of them in relief. I stood there for five minutes, reveling in the vulnerability of it all. Then I started stroking, my eyes closed, thinking about last night. I knew it wouldn't take long after all the close calls this week. When I felt the pressure starting to build, I bent down to pull my briefs back up. Just then, there was a knock on the bathroom door and I heard it open a bit. It startled me, and brought me away from the edge.

"Lee, I'm in a bind," I heard Holly's voice say. "I got a call as soon as I came back in. Now I'm running late. I still need to change, and the ladies' room is flooded again. Can I *please* come in there to change?"

What could I say but "yes"? She thanked me, and I watched through the crack between the stall door and the wall as she went by carrying a garment bag. As she entered the next stall, I lowered my briefs again. I knew that you'd be angry with me if I didn't start stroking again right away. I just hoped that I'd be quiet enough that Holly wouldn't hear me.

I did my best to keep focused on you, but to be honest, with a woman taking off her clothes about 18 inches away, my attention was a bit torn. The excitement of the situation started building very fast. Then I heard her grunting in some kind of struggle, followed by her muttering, "I would wait til I was naked to fight this bag's zipper." That just about did it for me. I reached down to pull up my briefs again, and heard her say, "Lee, can you help me with this stupid thing?"

"Yeah, just a sec." I pulled my briefs up and stepped out of the stall. Her stall door opened just a crack and she handed out the garment bag. It only took me a couple seconds to free the zipper up, and I knocked on the stall door to hand the bag back to her.

As she reached for the bag, I heard a squeal as she lost her balance a bit. To this day, I'm not sure exactly what I saw before she disappeared behind the door, but it definitely was skin. In her near fall, though, she also grabbed my arm to steady herself. Between the brief glimpse and the contact of a naked woman, it was all too much. It's a good thing that you had told me to cum in my briefs, because that's what I did, right there, as Holly held my arm. I guess the near fall really startled her, as she held on to me the entire time, as cum spurted out of my cock and ran down my stomach and over my balls.

As I was calming down, she let go of my arm and thanked me. I went back into my stall and got dressed again. I went back to my desk and pressed my hand against my pants, feeling the cum ooze around my cock, as I wondered what kind of uniform would require Holly to get fully naked.



The Weekend Ch. 02



He stood in front of her, a strange look on his face. She tried to fathom it: certainly there was sadness there, concern, but also eagerness... looking down, she knew also that he was deeply excited by the prospect.

"I am not sure about this darling," he said, seriously. "I had intended punishing you a little, and teaching you many things, but I know that you wish to experience this side of me, that it has fascinated you for too long. But there will be limitations. I will not verbally abuse you, not for anything or anyone. You are not any of the things I could call you, and that I know you have been called. I also know I could destroy you, just by my words, in fact, far more by my words than by any physical harm. Just because I can doesn't mean that I should. And I won't. I will not do this all in one go, either. Tonight will be a foretaste, before we sleep wrapped in each other's arms. You WILL get the rest later, and there will be no backing out after this point. Do you understand, sbff?"

She nodded, her eyes wide as she realised that she would finally see the dark sadistic side he spoke of occasionally. When she had really begged him to, he had spoken of girls who he had reduced to tears, of the dark pleasure of pushing them still further. Her mind had dwelled on the awful things he had said, the pain that they had endured. She had to know this side of him, wanted to try to understand why it was there, and why he never showed it to her.

He moved still closer to her, as she stood helpless, her arms already beginning to ache. Kissing her, he told her how special she was to him, how he adored her as a perfect toy, funny, sweet, cute, sexy, such a willing pleasure giver. 

"I will be with you through every last element of pain, darling. I will care for you, even though it is me causing you this. I will test you, push you, and push you beyond what you can handle, but you will be ok, I promise." 

She smiled at him, and leaned into his kiss passionately, feeling the excitement building. He walked over to his second case, and opened it, revealing many toys, many that she had seen used on those horrible yet exciting porn clips she dared herself to watch in secret.

He picked up a ball gag and walked back to her. His face was different now, harder perhaps. Efficiently, he strapped it in place, forcing her mouth wide open. She started to drool so quickly, tried to keep it in, but was humiliated to feel it dripping onto her breasts. 

He followed its path with his fingers, then, suddenly, slapped her tits hard. 3, 4 times on each, stinging ringing gasps that left her breathless. She could feel the heat of the slaps and knew there would be livid marks on her.

Without waiting for her to recover, he pulled and twisted her nipples, stretching them far enough to strain her arms against the rope. Then, grasping them firmly, he shook her tits hard. The pain was intense, seeming to fill her whole world. Yet it was arousing, too.

She yelped into her gag, but knew it was too late; He would not stop now until he had decided she had suffered enough. The knowledge terrified her, yet excited her, and a glance at his face reassured her that he was still watching her, caring for her despite his apparent absorption in the task. 

He released her nipples, but brought out a bag of clothes pegs. "I have many toys," he murmured to her, "But I enjoy using everyday items, because I know that, every time you see one of these now, you will remember what I did you."

He placed a peg on her left nipple, gently closing it. The pain quickly grew to fill her whole world, making the peg he placed on the right nipple a surprise. He stood back watching her face. She stood proudly, eyes watering, but determined to accept his actions and to show her lover how strong she could be.

Stepping forward, he held a peg in each hand and looked into her eyes. Holding her in his gaze, he ripped the pegs from her nipples without opening them.

She shuddered, almost growling into her gag. The pain was intense, her nipples on fire. He smiled a strange smile and replaced them in exactly the same spots, biting into her tender nipples. 3 further times he repeated this, always making her look into his eyes as she did it. She was crying now, her nipples so sore and tender, but she could stand it with him there, his soft words comforting her and arousingly at odds with his actions.

Leaving the pegs on her reached down and behind her, his body touching hers, his cock nestling at the entrance to her wet, hungry pussy. He grasped the butt plug that she was still enduring.

"Does it hurt, darling?" He asked. 

She nodded urgently, but then screamed into her gag as he pulled the plug out without warning. Her hips thrust away from the pain, forcing her to impale herself on his achingly hard cock. He pushed the plug back in again, stretching her tight ass with it, making her feel stretched, abused, dirty. Each pushed forced her further onto him, the pain and the pleasure becoming confused in her mind.

After the pleasures of the day, she could not hold long, and came violently on his cock, until she was hanging limply by the ropes that bound her. He kept her there until she had finished twitching and moaning, and then gently untied her and removed the simple toys.

He lowered her gently onto the bed and lay there, clasping her tightly and whispering his love for her. Even in his soft words, though, there was a promise of worse, much worse to come. A reminder that this had been a gentle foretaste of things to come.

"Lay with me now my darling," he said. "Let me comfort and love you, let me sooth away the hurt. Fall asleep in my arms..."

She so wanted to return the pleasure to him as they lay naked beneath the light, crisp sheets. Her hands sought out his still hard cock, and started to stroke it. Her lips kissed his. But the adrenaline of the day, and of this session in particular, had taken its toll. She needed his comfort and strong arms, and a blissful exhaustion overcame her.

Her head on his chest, her hands still caressing his manhood, she fell into a deep, contented, fulfilled sleep.

She awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee, and the sound of sir moving around. She tried to stretch, to slide her lithe, shapely limbs from the bed, but found that sir had been busy. She glared over at him, to where he was standing, wearing a long white dressing gown and an almost insufferable look of amusement.

"Morning, sweetheart. I believe you expected me to work you over a little more than I did yesterday. Well, the weather is foul until this afternoon, so I thought we could play first and then treat you for being so good later."

She still glared, prettily, and without real malice. She was excited, already damp with anticipation and fear. She hoped she would not disappoint him, being so unused to this.

As if reading her thoughts, he came and sat next to her on the bed, sitting her up and pulling her close. Her restraints held her arms behind her back, pushing her small, perfect tits out. While the spreader bar made her dreadfully aware of her vulnerability. She hated that she couldn't hug him like this. It was something she adored doing, online or for real, and had looked forward to cuddling him in bed when they awoke that morning. 

A tear ran down her cheek, for the loss of a pleasure eagerly anticipated. 

Immediately he was aware. "Darling?"

She looked up sadly. "I can't cuddle you like this, Sir. Please?"

He smiled and kissed her. "You really wanted to?" Gently, he released her hands from the cuffs.

She threw her arms round him, kissing his face again and again. "Sir, I dreamed of being able to cuddle you in bed. Thank you so much." She looked down at her legs, still held uncomfortably open. Her large, soft, appealing doe eyes looked into his. "Please?"

He smiled. "I don't stand a chance, do I, Funnybunny?"

She giggled. "No sir, so much easier to give in..."

He sighed theatrically. "All my blinking hard work. It will be taken into account you know." The bar came off quickly, and they lay together naked under the covers. Her head rested comfortably on his strong chest, her fingers tracing the scratches from last night. His arms encircled her, protectively, tenderly.

She felt safe, warm, protected. Owned. Instinctively she touched her collar, her fingers stroking the Gazelle. 

He smiled, and kissed her. The kiss became two, then many, deepening in intensity and need. Their hands strayed, roamed, enjoying the touch of each other's bodies, learning how they responded.

She remembered how sensitive his neck was, and started to kiss and lick it. Her finger circled his nipples then traced down over his chest.

He gave a long, low moan, like a growl, and made as if to roll her onto her back, but she pushed him gently back. "No, let me," she pleaded, gently. "You are teaching me about a different type of master, please can I give my submission rather than having it taken? Please?" Each word was punctuated with a kiss, each kiss lower on his body than the last. She looked up, hopefully, deep into his dark brown eyes.

He closed his eyes for a moment, licking his lips as another moan escaped from him. "Yes, yes. Mmmm darling, please do. You know how I don't like to assume tha..."

She silenced his worries with a kiss on the tip of his cock, then butterfly kisses all the way to the root as her hands cupped his tight, aroused balls. She licked back to the top, slowly, her eyes never leaving his. She was glad she knew to look at him like this; she loved to please him, and always lost herself in his adoring gaze. Her tongue swirled around the tip, making him gasp and his cock twitch.

Kissing her way back up his body, she positioned herself above his cock, her hand on his shoulders and his hands now on her hips. Smiling at him, she lowered herself gently, reverently onto his cock. She gasped as he slid easily inside her, and then began to move her hips in long slow circles.

He looked up adoringly, matching his movement to hers, his strong hands pushing her down onto him. A hand strayed towards her nipples, but she shook her head, gently. "Please, just accept this as my gift. Later you can take anything you want from me, but please, just once, let me give it freely."

He acquiesced without a fight and moaned in earnest as she started to ride him harder, her strong, elegant horse rider's legs gripping him tightly. She stroked his face, tracing his lips with her finger. He sucked it in rolling his tongue expertly round it, and then gasped as her lovemaking reached a new intensity. 

She could feel him inside her, recognised the signs from yesterday. He reached round and rubbed her clit. The effect was electric, like pushing a button. His groans mingled with hers, growing still more in intensity before they both gasped, a perfectly shared moment.

Funnybunny collapsed on him, enjoying the feel of his naked body, the way he smelt, the touch of his hands. She smiled up at him, kissed him, then went to kneel meekly by the bed.

"I am ready now, sir," she whispered, the tingle of fear and excitement building one more....

Quickly, he re-tied her as she had been when she awoke, her arms tight behind her, pushing her small, pert breasts out, her legs held obscenely wide in the spreader bar. 

He lifted her onto the bed easily, her knees at the edge of the bed so her legs drooped over the edge. She lay there, worried, uncomfortable, vulnerable, scared. He moved in and out of her vision, clearly preparing things. She struggled to see, to be able to know what he had in store for her, but no... He was always just too much out of vision.

A couple of times he walked over to make sure she was ok, but there were few words spoken, She knew him well enough to know he was building the tension, making her wait, worry, become aroused. It was working. She squirmed, aware that he would be able to see her wetness. She felt such a slut lying there; open for him, turned on by the thoughts of what he would do. 

Suddenly he was there. He looked straight into her eyes. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, moaned. "Yes, sir," she whispered.

He raised an eyebrow, his face calm, serious. Leaning forward, he slapped her pussy hard. 3, then 4 times, giving her little time to recover between each.

The feeling was electric. She yelped, gasped, then bit down hard on her lower lip, moaning, as the tears came to her eyes. 

He stopped, and then thrust a finger in roughly, feeling her buck herself at his finger, trying to get it deeper. Soon there were 3 fingers, but he would not let her cum. He carried on, impassively, watching her face, learning the signs, but always holding off, until she was thrashing and sobbing with need.

Retracting his fingers completely, he knelt, blowing on her wet lips. The sensation kept her on edge, so close to the orgasm she so desperately needed. He stood and caressed her face with his still wet fingers, letting her lick and suck them clean, encouraging her with gentle words. Then his fingers ran through her hair. He grasped it firmly, and pulled her to her feet. She cried out in pain, her eyes looking into his, conveying the agony, but drawing comfort from his gaze. 

He slapped her face, drawing tears. She had never expected that from him. She looked away, aware of the other times she had been subjected to that. The change was sudden- he kissed her, comforting her, understanding that she could not cope with that contact, and respecting it. Her whispered thanks and readiness for more reassured the both of them, strengthening the deep bond they had.

Gently, he removed the choker he had given her. She gasped - was that now the end? "Sir..." she started.

He shook his head, holding out a true slave's collar, leather, red, with her name on it. He tightened it around her neck, much tighter than the choker, restricting her breathing a little. Her face reddened a little, but the look in his eyes told her how much it aroused him. Next was the ball gag - again tight. She knew that he enjoyed seeing her drool and made sure this time that she let it happen as prettily as she could, arching her back to make sure it caught her aching nipples. 

His fingers ran all over her body, teasing it, arousing it, making her the very centre of his attention. She loved being this vulnerable to him, feeling helpless, yet safe. Utterly his. He stroked, caressed, grasped, pinched, slapped ... touched her in every way imaginable, learning the reactions of her body: enjoying, no rejoicing in the feel of her soft, pliable, sensual body. 

Next were nipple clamps, pretty silver ones with a delicate chain, but the feeling was far from delicate. The intense shooting pains set her breasts on fire and had her squirming within seconds. He smiled at her, tugging on the chain, making her try to follow him with her feet still in the bar. 

The pain, the humiliation was intense, and yet she was so aroused by it. She caught sight of herself in a mirror, and knew this was not accidental - that he wanted her to see the full splendour of her tied, helpless body.

The mirror also meant she could see him step behind her with a paddle and a cane. She shook her head urgently, but he smiled, and brought the paddle down hard, twice on each cheek. She groaned into the gag, but then screamed when the paddle became the cane. 

She fell to her knees burying her face in the rug in front of her, but it could not block out the searing pain in her buttocks. Two more ice hot lines were added to the two already there, and then she felt his gentle, loving touch once more, easing away the pain and helping her once more onto the bed.



The Weekend Ch. 02



'That was incredible,' I said. Laura and I were back in our room.

'You were great'. She replied and gave me a wet peck on the cheek and then recoiled slightly. 'Careful, I don't want sperm all over this lovely corset. I think you need another shower.' I peeled off the stockings and thong and showered. 

When I returned she was naked. 'Don't get any ideas. I just need a shower. That whole thing made me so wet. Marie was so cruel not allowing me to cum.'

I looked her up and down. Her breasts were full and heavy. She was the classic English pear shape. Her skin was pale and flawless. She was a natural blonde. Her sex was hidden by a fine bush of golden hair. I had misjudged her, or perhaps it was the bizarre circumstances, but she now appeared utterly gorgeous.

'Well why don't we...' I began. 

'We haven't got time.' she rebuked me. Then more tenderly, 'Don't worry, there's plenty of time.' She liked to tease. Even teasing herself seemed to please her. 

I watched her full buttocks as she walked over to the en suite shower. 'Mmmm' I moaned in admiration. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.

'We haven't really said hello yet, have we?' I said when she returned.

'Well "Hello"'. Laura replied. 'I think we can rub along together this weekend. Marie pairs people up well, but you never really know whether you're going to hit it off. If we really couldn't stand the site of each other the whole thing would be a fiasco. Now zip me into this dress please.'

I zipped her into a red knee length cocktail dress. It fitted on top of her white bra and briefs perfectly. I dressed in white shirt and grey suit and we were ready for dinner.

'They're a bit OCD about the dress code for each section of the weekend. There's a lot of dressing and undressing. Quite apart from when we strip for sex.' Laura confided. She was quite posh really, interesting. 'But, it's their weekend and it works.' I felt she was might be a bit of an ally in all this weirdness.

In the dining room, Marie was, of course, wearing the same dress as Laura. But for variation it was in black. John was in a white shirt and black suit.

It was weird. It was just like any dinner party. We talked about trivia, the weather, price of lettuce... Then after the sweet, Marie turned to business.

'Now how did you like your first gay sex Roger?' 

I had found making eye contact with John difficult all through dinner. It was so difficult to connect the urbane middle aged man sat before me with the animal whose cock I devoured two hours before. I swallowed hard.

'It was incredible.' I plucked up the courage to look into John's eyes. 'Thank you John.'

'That's okay. Thank you.' I could tell he was also just slightly embarrassed. But he seemed to relish it. 'You suck cock beautifully. And your legs in those stockings, mmmm.' He smiled. 'We must shower together in the morning. I'll massage you.'

Wow. I felt more confident. 'What's on the agenda for this evening?'

Marie smiled. 'Laura and I will have sex. We like to build up slowly. There is an entire weekend to fill. And you boys are so weak. There are only so many orgasms you can provide us with. But don't worry Roger, you'll get the chance to fuck both of us.'

Laura turned to me. 'John and Marie always organise a little surprise for Saturday evening. An extra element to shake things up.'

'Yes, that's right.' said John. 'We've something very special in mind for tomorrow night. Now girls, I think it's time you prepared yourselves.'

They left hand in hand.

John turned to me. 'They'll call us when they're ready. Listen. Every few months I have a men's weekend. I invite six or eight men around and we have fantastic sex. Interested?'

My cock began to stir. 'Absolutely.'

'Everything is safe.' John went on. 'That's important. Safe sex. It's about play. It always is with us. The sensuality is as important as the physical side. I think you understand that. Marie will be there and her being a woman kind of keeps things calm. She doesn't join in but sometimes she watches and masturbates. Occasionally, people may be interested in bisexual scenarios and then Marie will join in. Sometimes as a dominatrix.'

'Sounds incredible. What kind of people are included?' I asked.

'People like us. And some younger men. There are a lot of overseas students over here and the gay or bi ones don't really get the chance to build relationships. Many of them are young and fit. Strong, muscular bodies. Just the kind of thing you and I like.'

'Beautiful.' I said.

'Yes and you certainly get variety. Chinese, black...' John looked into my eyes. 'I can't wait to massage you tomorrow morning. Pour oil over your back. Lay naked on top of you. Slide my finger...'

'Come upstairs boys!' Marie's shouted command stopped him short.

The master bedroom was large. The bed king sized, draped with white sheets. The décor was simple. Painted plaster walls. An oak chest, bedside tables. A mirrored fitted wardrobe down one wall. Wooden floor with rugs. John and I sat on arm chairs opposite the bed.

Laura was stood in front of the bed facing us. She was dressed in a very short, lacy, white crocheted dress. Through the open work of the fabric we could clearly see her naked breasts and white briefs. Marie had curled her hair. Her porcelain white legs were naked and her feet bare. She didn't look at us.

We heard the familiar sound of high heels on hard wood and Marie appeared. She was a complete contrast. The heels made her look taller, more erect. Her hair had been straightened and was silky smooth. She wore a black tuxedo with nothing visible underneath. Her legs were covered in figure hugging black opaque tights. These were incredibly glossy, the light highlighting every curve of her muscles. On her feet black patent leather stilettos.

Without looking at us she walked towards me. When she reached within a foot she span round on her heals. Her backside was directly in front of my face.

'As it's your first time, we thought we'd indulge your "interests".' explained John. 'We'll give you lots of chances to enjoy hosiery in all its forms.' he smiled. 'Don't worry it's not hard work. I love Marie's arse in tights. Why don't you take a look, have a feel. She won't mind.'

His voice was stern. Marie said nothing, just waited. I leaned forward taking in her perfume. Chanel No 9 I think. I turned my hand sideways and stroked the palm over her upper thigh. The nylon was smooth and warm. With my other hand I moved the tail of the jacket away from her arse. It was beautiful. Full and round. I slid my hand, very, very gently over the orbs of her buttocks. I had to get a reaction from her. And eventually, I heard her gently breathe a sigh of pleasure.

Then she set off, walking towards Laura. 'Get on your knees.' she ordered. Laura did as she was told. A pink nipple peeked through a hole in the dress. 'Worship my legs.' Laura began to stroke her hand up Marie's tights. Delicately she explored the black nylon with her fingertips. She wrapped her arms around Marie's right leg and began to tenderly kiss her inner thigh. It was incredibly erotic. Marie spun round on her heals. Laura lifted the skirt of her jacket and began to kiss and nibble at her arse cheeks.

Marie arched her neck backwards and sighed. She moved her hand into the jacket and began to stroke her breasts. She kicked off her shoes and began to stroke Laura's thighs with her stockinged foot. She raised her foot and Laura bent to kiss it. She licked under the instep and wrapped her tongue around the toes.

John walked over to the dressing table and opened a drawer. He lay on the bed four pieces of velvet rope and a large black strap-on dildo. Marie pulled Laura to her feet and kissed her hard on the lips. The two tongues wrestled between their mouths.

'John tie her to the bed, I want to fuck her!' cried Marie. She briefly looked over at me. 'You stay where you are, I'll call you when you're required. Wank if you have to.' I decided to try to resist her challenge. My stiffened cock remained in my trousers.

Soon Laura's wrists were tied to the bed head. John removed her briefs then pulled her legs open wrapping ropes around her knees and tying the end to hooks placed halfway down the bed frame. Her legs were permanently open with enough length of rope to allow her to bend her knees. A cushion was placed under her bottom. Meanwhile, Marie shrugged off the jacket. This was my first glimpse of her breasts. They hung from her chest, full and round, just beginning to sag with age but still beautifully inviting. She strapped herself into the harness. John lubed the cock.

'John, lick her cunt.' John obliged. By this time he had slipped off his shirt and shoes. His arse looked tight as he bent over to begin his task. Laura began to groan as she became wetter and wetter.'I'm going to fuck you so hard, so hard you'll beg for mercy you posh bitch.' Marie was enjoying this. 'Imagine I'm one of your ponies.' She looked at me. 'Come here and lick her tits.' Like John, I stripped down to just my trousers and joined them. 

Laura's nipples poked through the mesh of the crocheted material. I sucked hard holding the cords of cotton hard against her skin. Her tit flesh oozed out of the mesh. I heard a slap. Marie was positioning Laura ready for penetration. Laura obeyed and bent her knees. Marie knelt between them. John guided the strap on home. Laura whelped. It was an incredible sight. Marie's breasts bounced up and down as she fucked. Her teeth were clenched, there was an aggression about her entire body. Laura leaned back and raised her legs onto Marie's shoulders, the ropes cutting into her knees. Marie pushed the cock deeper. John took over duties on Laura's right tit as I dealt with the left one.

Marie pulled out 'Get on top of me bitch. Ride this pony.' Laura was untied and peeled off the dress. Marie stretched out her black, nylon clad legs and Laura climbed on top of the cock. She rocked backwards and forwards, throwing her tits up and down. John stood by me. Soon he was stroking his hand over my back. I couldn't stand any more. I let my cock out of its cage and wanked. John slipped his hand down the back of my trousers and began to play with my arse hole. 'Don't worry, I'll just stroke you.' he assured me, still aware of my desire to avoid penetration.

Laura couldn't take any more. She came so hard. All the tension that had built up watching John and me before dinner exploded inside her. But Marie wouldn't stop. Laura begged her to, but John went over and held her down on the cock. Almost in pain she experienced another powerful orgasm. 'No more please.' she begged.

The two women uncoupled and laid apart on the bed panting. Marie looked at me. 'Take this to the bathroom.' she struggled out of the strap on. 'And wash it thoroughly with the hand wash. Thoroughly. And get me a glass of water. I am so fucking thirsty.'

The sight that greeted me on my return set my head spinning. John was lying naked, face down, on the bed. Laura was knelt over him with her head between his arse cheeks. He was slowly moaning with pleasure. Marie met me, drank the water, and took the dildo.

'Help me with this sweetheart.' she asked. I strapped her into the harness, passing the strap between her thighs. Her wetness oozed through the tights. 'Take your clothes off. I'm going to fuck your new friend's arse. You'll have a job to do.'

After using her tongue so effectively, Laura was now lubricating John's anus with her fingers. 'Turn over darling.' Marie commanded. John obeyed. His wife knelt between his legs and, as she had with Laura, lifted his legs onto her shoulders. Laura helped guide the cock into John's glistening arse hole. Slowly, inch by inch, Marie slid the strap on into his hole. As his flesh gaped wider he let out a long, breathy, moan of pleasure. When the cock was finally deep within him he begged his wife to fuck him hard. She relished her task, forcing the cock in and out. Her naked back arched beautifully, pushing her breasts forwards, the nipples stiff and meaty. She was working hard. Sweat gathered on her brow. Her face flushed. A trickle of perspiration ran down her spine. Her nylon clad buttocks tensed and released with each thrust. The poised Marie of a few minutes ago had gone. This was animal fucking.

By now I was naked, my engorged cock standing proudly. Laura wrapped her arms around me. She thrust the tongue which had tasted John's arse hole into my mouth. I pushed back into her mouth. She reached down and took my cock in her hand. 

Marie turned to me. 'Come here and suck your boyfriend's cock.' Laura and I knelt either side of John's body. We took turns to lick and suck his cock. When our tongues met we kissed. I turned my attention to his testicles and Laura wanked him hard. His cock was so hard, so big. At last he could stand it no longer. He came with a massive stream of cum which shot across his chest. 

Marie leaned back in exhaustion. She looked at me. 'Lick it up and swallow it.' she commanded. I'd never even tasted my own cum. Could I do it? Why not? I leaned down and ran my tongue across his chest. I felt the sticky liquid run down my throat. I had subjected myself to Marie's power. 'You can't cum yet.' she commanded.



The Weekend Ch. 03



As I walked into my house, I continued thinking about my day thus far. Work-wise, it had been uneventful. Naturally, in other ways, not so much. Primary in my thoughts was my little adventure with Holly to start the day. But that had not been the only excitement. I spent a good part of the morning helping Cheryl out. Most of the time, I was standing behind her chair as she typed on the computer. Her low-cut blouse provided a nice view from that angle; a view that was enhanced when I occasionally bent over her shoulder to type something on her keyboard. Needless to say, my hands went to my pants many times, feeling my cum oozing.

I didn't really have a thing for Cheryl like I did for Holly. But between the nice view, and touching my cock now and then, it was anything but an innocent morning. I knew that you didn't consider any of this to be "cheating" on you. As long as it was "look, but don't touch", you actually approved and encouraged it, as it generally teased me more than anything.

I went straight to my computer and checked my email. There were two notes from you. One had a subject line of "Read This First", so that's what I did. I was happy to see that your note included instructions for me to get in my hot tub -- a splurge purchase that I made a few years ago when I got an unexpected bonus.

The email read:

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Take off your shoes, but nothing else. Get in the hot tub up to your neck and just relax. After about 10 minutes, strip from the waist up and pull your pants and briefs down to your ankles. Relax some more, but think about the vulnerability of being naked, but with your ankles constricted. Under no circumstances are you to touch your cock or balls.

At 1:30, this ban will be lifted and you will start doing anything that you want to make yourself cum. However, there are two restrictions.

1) When you feel yourself getting close, stop stroking (or whatever you are doing to your cock). You may do anything else, but you there must be no contact with your cock for at least 60 seconds before you cum. And you MUST cum!

2) After cumming, take your clothes off the rest of the way, go to the shower, wash up, get dressed -- it doesn't matter in what -- and be back here, reading my other e-mail by 2:00. I have put a return request on the email, so I *will* know when you read it. Don't be late.

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I did as I was told. Kicking off my shoes, I got into the hot tub. My clothes quickly became waterlogged. For reasons that I couldn't grasp, it felt quite naughty. The warm water was very relaxing, too, though. After 10 minutes, I peeled off my shirt and pulled my pants and briefs down. I quickly realized the vulnerability that you wrote about, as the wet pants were quite constricting around my ankles.

After what seemed like an eternity, 1:30 finally arrived. My cock was already quite hard from my daydreams. But I also realized that I only had a half-hour to cum, shower, and get dressed. I began stroking quickly, happy to feel the pressure start to build almost immediately. I alternately played with my balls and nipples with my free hand until I felt myself getting close.

At this point, I turned the tub's jets on to full strength, stood and bent over, one of the jets hitting my asshole hard, water gushing into me. I began pinching my nipples firmly. Despite not touching my cock, I could feel myself getting closer and closer. My cock started to jump and within about 2 minutes, cum came shooting out of it. I backed up even closer to the jet, and pinched my nipples harder as I came.

As I calmed down, I looked at the clock and realized that I needed to hurry. I pulled off my clothes, climbed out of the tub and went straight to the shower. I showered quickly, dried off, and got dressed in fresh clothes. I got back to my computer right at 2:00 and opened your other email. It read:

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If you haven't already, hang your wet clothes up to dry. You're going to be busy for quite a while, and won't have another chance to do this anytime soon. When you're done, scroll down for further instructions.

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This was followed by several blank lines. I was tempted to scroll down immediately, but then realized that if I couldn't obey you in something this simple, what was the point? I quickly went and hung up my clothes, then came back to continue reading. I scrolled past the blank lines.

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Are you ready, slave? Here is the surprise. We are spending the entire weekend together, and I don't mean online.

Pack a bag with a bathing suit, one casual outfit and one "business casual" (khakis and button-down shirt), shoes, toiletries, etc.

You will go to the Jackson Suites on 14th. The front-desk clerk will give you a key to a room listed under your name. You will leave the bag with the clerk -- we'll get it later. You will go to the room where you will find further instructions on the bed. 

You will be reading those instructions by 3:00. Do not be late.

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My heart was pounding out of my chest. Get together? In real life? For a whole weekend? You were only a little over an hour away and we had casually mentioned getting together for a drink sometime, but that was a long time ago and nothing came of it. This was certainly longer than a drink, and the tone of the note (not to mention the venue) said that it was going to be a lot more than a drink.

I sat there staring at the monitor for a long time. Then I looked at the clock and realized that I had 45 minutes to pack a bag and get to that hotel. I learned something that day. Packing a bag is harder when your hands are shaking. 



The Weekend Ch. 03



This is set immediately after Chapter 2, so you may want to read that first. Just as a reminder, the story is set in a converted stone built farmhouse in the north of England.

*****

Marie made me stay as John and Laura left hand in hand.

'They're going to fuck.' she said. 'Help me out of this. I need to shower.'

I helped her remove the glistening cock. She peeled off her tights as I turned on the shower. She followed me into the en suite bathroom. This was the first time I'd seen her naked. Her sex was completely nude. Her juices had oozed out of her and were spread over her mound and thighs. 'I'm covered in sweat and pussy juice.' she confirmed.

'I'm surprised you didn't cum?' I enquired.

'Oh, that's your job darling. Let's see what you're made of.' As she climbed in the shower she turned to me. 'Wash me.' I climbed in, my cock still as hard as hell. The warm water poured over us. Her body glistened. I soaped my hands and spread them over her broad back. 'That's nice.' she moaned. My hands followed the curve of her spine and finished by feeling the weight of her full, rounded buttocks. The tip of my cock brushed her arse. 'Wash my breasts.' I allowed my hands to move around to the front of her body, pulling her back against my chest. Our soaped bodies moved gently against each other. Her breasts filled my hands, the nipples long and firm. I couldn't resist kissing her neck and shoulder. 'That feels so good.' she whispered.

'John will be beating Laura. She loves to be spanked. Wash my cunt.' I slid my hand down her body and pushed it between her legs. She opened them slightly to allow me to stroke my soaped hand over the smooth skin. 

'Shall I stroke your clitoris?' I asked.

'Yes, gently. I don't want to cum yet.' she groaned as my finger moved delicately across her clit. With my second finger I traced the ring of her pussy lips, my soapy hands gliding across the skin. 'Push a finger in.' I obeyed. Her vagina clung to the finger as I slid it further and further into her body. 'Oh fuck, oh fuck.' she slowly and deliberately whispered, treasuring each syllable as she treasured each touch. 'Push a finger into my arse.' Gently I teased her arse hole. I pushed against the opening. It gave way and I inserted the finger just inside her rear. I carried on kissing and licking her neck as she arched her head backwards.

She reached back. Her fingers found my balls. She rolled them gently. I needed to cum soon. 'Please let me fuck you until I cum.' I begged. 

'I wonder how long you can last?' she teased.

'I might just shoot straight away.' I teased back.

We made love on the bed. This was so different to the performances of the previous sessions. This was just a man and a woman using all their experience and skills to fuck as well as they could. 

Fucking someone for the first time is never like this. You hold back, tentative about the reactions of your partner. What will they like? What are their limits? And it wasn't like being with a familiar body. Everything was new, and every answer was yes. We were like boxers or tennis players, challenging each other with new ideas and sensations. Each of us gave and took in equal measure. There was a direct line of communication between our minds, bodies, souls.

First I pushed her over the bed and roughly forced my cock into her from behind. She pushed back. All the tension within us turned to aggression. Next I was on top of her, varying my speed. Our eyes made contact. We didn't speak. We smiled, the tension lifted. The communication was almost embarrassing. I was then on my back. I reached up and weighed each breast in my hand as she rode me. I slapped her arse. 'Thank you.' she laughed. She wasn't playing a role any more. This was the real Marie.

'Cum.' I suggested. 

'I think I will darling. I think I will. Lick me first.' I pushed her on her back and clamped my mouth around her clit. It was so hot in my mouth. Her juices were warm and stringent. She was so swollen. Soon she was groaning and slapping my head as she came. No I won't let go I thought. You've teased me, I'm going to make you pay.

'You bastard!' she screamed jokingly and slid herself back onto my cock. 'OK, fuck me to orgasm if you're so good. Or will you cum first.' No way I thought. I fucked slowly, I fucked quickly. I watched her. I tried to judge how near she was to orgasm. When she seemed near, I pushed my thumb between us and found her clitoris. 'Oh you cunt.' she was beaten. Her head was thrown back, her body rocked and she came hard.

To be honest it was a close run thing. I pushed her back on the bed, tore off the condom and ejaculated onto her breasts. The sperm just kept coming. When I haven't cum for days, the second orgasm is always the best. Again the rush of semen seemed to come from deep within me. The release of tension was unbelievable. She tasted the sperm and rubbed it into her tits.

We had fifteen minutes of complete peace, laying there together. There was a perfect honesty about the two of us as we lay intertwined. Someone I hardly knew and yet, at that moment we were one.



The Weekend Ch. 04



I arrived at the hotel and entered the lobby. Going to the front desk, I gave my name and said I was checking in. The rather matronly woman behind the desk said, "one moment, please" and went into the office behind her. I stood there with nothing to do but wonder what was in store for me this weekend. What plans did you have? I felt a stirring in my pants thinking about this, even though it hadn't been that long ago that I last came. A glance at the clocked showed that five minutes had passed, and still no one had re-appeared. Realizing that I only had five more minutes to get into the room, I rang the bell on the counter, but to no avail.

Finally, at 2:57, another woman emerged from the office. She was very well-endowed and wearing a sweater that was much too tight to be deemed anywhere close to professional -- well, at least, in *this* kind of profession. Even with the short amount of time left, it was very difficult to look her in the face for more than a second at a time. When I managed to tear my eyes from her breasts, she was smiling knowingly, almost wickedly. I wondered if she could know why I was here, then dismissed the idea as my imagination running wild.

She said, "We've been expecting you. Do you have your bag?" I handed her the bag and she handed me a room key. As she disappeared into the office with my bag, I hurried down the hall to our room. Fortunately, it was on the first floor, so I didn't have to wait on the elevator. I unlocked the door, walked to the bed, and picked up the note I found there, just as I saw the clock on the end-table turn from 2:59 to 3:00.

"Hello, slave," the note read. "Hopefully, you are reading this note in time. If you aren't -- and I *will* know -- you will be punished. Plus, it further limits your time for the next steps."

"In the closet, you will find a room safe, currently open. Take off your shoes and put them in the safe. Also put in there all the contents of your pockets, any jewelry or watches, and the room key. Do *not* close the safe. When you have done this, open the drawer on the end-table and read the next instructions. You have until 3:03."

I glanced at the clock and saw it change to 3:02. A brief wave of panic swept over me. Then I remembered that you said *not* to close the safe, so I thought this was really no big deal. I could still retrieve anything if I wanted to do so. I followed your instructions and then opened the drawer to retrieve the next note.

"Below this note is a laundry bag. Take off all your clothes and put them in this bag. When you are done, your next instructions will be in the top dresser drawer. You have until 3:07." Now we were getting somewhere. Still quite safe, but the excitement of your orders to get naked was quite exhilirating. I undressed quickly and put the clothes in the bag. I went to the dresser drawer with a minute to spare and pulled out the next note.

"I've changed my mind about the safe. Close the door -- it will lock automatically. I know the combination." Now a real wave of panic overcame me. Closing that safe door meant surrendering to you *completely*. My wallet was in there, as well as my keys. Even if I chose to *walk* home without shoes on, I wouldn't be able to get in the house. There was more to the note, so I tried to distract myself from this critical decision by reading on.

"Once you have done this, take the laundry bag with your clothes in it and put it outside the room door. Your next instructions will be in the middle dresser drawer. You have until 3:20."

I looked at the clock -- 3:08. No more than 30 seconds of things to do, but you had given me more than 10 minutes to think about this life-changing decision. Rather than have to quickly obey, as I had been doing before, I had plenty of time to consider this, to feel my heart beating faster, to realize all the ramifications. This was the moment of truth. If I obeyed you, I was totally yours, completely at your mercy. If I disobeyed, I knew that you'd never talk to me again. I stood there naked, trembling, weighing the options, as time crawled to a stand-still.

Eight long minutes later, I decided to obey. I had four minutes left. Not wanting to give myself an opportunity to turn back or re-consider, I headed for the closet. I would kick the safe door shut and then grab a towel from the bathroom to wrap around myself while I put the clothes bag outside the door, just in case the improbable happened and someone emerged from the room across the hall at that exact moment.

Two events happened simultaneously right after I kicked the safe door. I heard it shut behind me, and I snapped on the bathroom light to reveal NO towels or washcloths. I rolled my eyes, thought "It figures", and decided to continue. I peaked out the peephole to make sure that no one was there. But there was. The door to the room across the hall was open and the maid was standing in the doorway talking on her cel phone. She wasn't facing my direction, but any peripheral motion (like a naked man opening a hotel room door) would attract her attention.

Then I noticed that her cart was sitting just outside my doorway, nearly blocking the entire door. If it stayed there, I wouldn't be able to simply open the door a little, hiding behind it, and slide the bag out; I would have to open the door almost all the way. I stepped back into the main part of the room to see the clock change to 3:18. I stood there, wondering what I was going to do. As the clock turned to 3:19, I went back to the door, summoning up my resolve.

I peeked out the peephole again and -- oh, good -- she wasn't there anymore. The door to the other room was still propped open, but she was gone. I figured she was in the bathroom cleaning, so I quickly pulled open the door before she re-appeared. I stepped forward to place the bag next to the door just as the maid stood up, having been kneeling behind the cart getting some towels. I froze for an instant as the bag dropped out of my hand. I stood there naked before her for what seemed an eternity before my wits came back to me. I jumped back into the room and slammed the door shut.

As I headed back to the dresser for my next instructions, I heard the maid applauding.



The Weekend Ch. 05



I opened the middle drawer of the dresser. Inside was a note on top of what appeared to be some pink pastel lingerie. I opened the note.

"Put on everything in this drawer, in the order in which it is stacked. You have until 3:30. Your next instructions will be in the bottom drawer."

We had talked about me in lingerie before, but had never done anything about it. I reached in the drawer and pulled out a pair of pink stockings. As I pulled them up my legs, I felt a cool tingling on my skin, almost as though they somehow enhanced the air conditioning.

Next was a matching garter. Having never done this before, it took me a while to get the straps hooked to the stockings -- glad you gave me some time.

Next was a pair of panties. They would've fit perfectly if I had a female anatomy. But with extra "parts" there, they couldn't contain all of my cock -- the entire head poked out of the waistband.

Last was a camisole. It was a bit short -- no coverage of my exposed cock head.

I opened the bottom drawer at 3:28. In it was a note and blindfold that matched the lingerie. The note read:

"Open the drapes and the sheer curtain behind them all the way. Sit at the foot of the bed, facing the window. Put on the blindfold, hands at your sides, and wait for me. You have until 3:45 to open the drapes and curtain."

I pulled the drapes aside just a bit to peek out. Just as I suspected. We were on the first floor and there was a sidewalk running three feet away from the window, all around the pool area that the hotel surrounded. At present, there was no one there. But as the afternoon wore on, who knew?

I stepped back to the middle of the room. Again, I noted, when the stakes were raised, you gave me a lot more time to think about the ramifications of obeying you. I stood there worrying and debating until about 3:40.

I had finally screwed up enough courage to obey when I heard voices by the pool. I peeked out the curtain again to see three college-age girls apparently getting ready to lay out and get some sun. They were on my side of the pool, but not facing the window.

The fact that they were there at all worried me. But the fact that they weren't facing this way convinced me that I'd be safe. At 3:44, I opened the drapes and curtain, went and sat on the bed and put on the blindfold. I put my hands by my sides and waited.

After what was probably a few minutes (but seemed like a few hours), I heard heels clicking down the sidewalk outside, getting closer and closer. At first I was nervous, but then I started to convince myself that the sun glare on the window might actually obscure the view. I was really starting to believe this, until I heard the heels stop suddenly, right outside my window. Any doubt that I was seen was erased by a short gasp, followed by the sound of the heels moving on much more quickly.

The inevitable finally happening actually calmed me a bit -- or at least made me worry less -- I guess you can't say that you're "calmed" when you're getting even more aroused.

A while later, I heard voices by the pool. I couldn't make out words, just voices, so I assumed it was the college girls. But then I heard a voice that sounded like yours. I strained to make out anything that was being said, or even to confirm that it was your voice that I was hearing, but to no avail.

Then the voices got quiet. But only briefly. I could hear the girls, trying to be quiet, but failing, approaching the window. I heard a gasp, followed by some nervous laughter. I knew I was being watched. Then suddenly, I heard what sounded like one girl running away. Had she been too shocked? But a few seconds later, I heard her running back. And then I heard something else.

The unmistakable click of a camera shutter.

Over and over. Not only was I being seen, I was being photographed. I could feel blood flowing to my cheeks, but also to my cock.

After about 20 pictures, I heard another click. This one was the door lock, as I heard you walk into the room. You put down a bag and I heard you tell me to stand up and take a couple steps away from the bed.

I obeyed and you walked over to me and around me, purring approvingly at what you saw. Your fingers traced lightly over my ass as you walked behind me. Then I heard a soft chuckle as you said, "Well, this is something I didn't anticipate."

I learned quickly what you meant as your fingers touched the exposed head of my cock. But just as quickly, you pulled your hand back and said, "What's this? Is this cum, slave?!?! Who gave you permission to cum?"

"But, Mistress, it's just pre-cum. I've been quite aroused by obeying you. And I'm even pretty sure that I've been seen and photographed, too. It was all too much; I must have leaked some pre-cum."

"Oh, slave, you're right. In fact, you are being watched and photographed right now." With that, you yanked off the blindfold. My eyes took a couple seconds to adjust, but then I was looking straight at the three college girls on the other side of the window, with one taking pictures like there was no tomorrow.

"But that's no excuse, even for pre-cum. You will have to be punished. Turn around, feet about a foot and a half apart, bend over, hands on the bed." As I obeyed, I saw you reach in the bag and pull out a paddle.

"Mistress, are you going to do this with the curtain open?"

"Of course, slave. You're blaming them for receiving this punishment; it's only fair that they get to see it." And with that, you pulled my panties down to my knees, my bare ass exposed to the window.

Fifty whacks and at least 25 shutter clicks later, you put down the paddle. You run your hands over my ass. They feel cool to the touch; but as hot as the spanking has made my ass, anything would probably feel cool.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see you walk toward the window. Loudly, you call out, "OK, girls, show's over." And you close the curtains.

"There. What they get to see is over. But what we're going to do has barely even begun." 



The Weekend Ch. 06



"Stand up again," you commanded.

Although I had glimpsed you when you first pulled off the blindfold, my attention was drawn elsewhere by the fact that I was being watched and photographed by three strangers, and then by the spanking. I finally got a chance to really see you. All I could really see, though, were stockings from the knees down and heels. Everything else was covered by a light raincoat.

My interest was even more aroused by the fact that I had never seen your body anything less than fully clothed. While you had ordered me to send you all sorts of naked pictures, your only return was in pictures that could have been seen by anyone. Maybe a bit of cleavage, but nothing else. Even in the two beach pictures you sent me, you were wearing a skirt.

You perceived my interest and said, "I bet you want to see what's under this coat, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. Very much."

"Well, not yet, slave. First ..."

You turned around and reached up under the coat. A moment later, you were stepping out of your panties. You turned around and held them up to my face.

"Smell these, slave. Before I went and found those girls by the pool -- what a lucky break that was -- I was in the parking lot masturbating through these. I got them nice and wet. Would you like to taste them, slave?"

"Oh yes, Mistress!!" I said, licking my lips a little.

"Well, you can't! I don't think the spanking was enough punishment -- in fact, you seemed to rather enjoy that. So no panty-licking for you."

You tossed the panties on the bed -- I've never been jealous of a bed-sheet before. You told me to take another step back away from the bed, then handed me the blindfold again. You told me to put it on my head, but not over my eyes just yet, but to leave the main part on my forehead.

You walked over to the bag again, bent over, back to me, and opened it a bit wider. Still not to where I could see anything, though. You rummaged around a bit, then stood up again. You reached up and I could tell that you were untying the sash around the coat, then unbuttoning the buttons. 

When the last button was undone, you ordered me back on my knees. I obeyed. You then opened the coat wide. If I was on the other side of you, I'd have a full view. Instead, it was just a mouth-watering tease.

"Are you ready, slave?"

"Oh yes, Mistress!" The anticipation was almost more than I could take. The moment that I'd been hoping for, for months, was mere seconds away.

"Then pull down the blindfold."

My face fell, but I obeyed. As the blindfold went back over my eyes, I heard your coat fall to the floor. I then heard you rummaging in the bag some more, then sounds I couldn't really identify. Then I heard you walk over and take a seat on the corner of the bed, facing me.

"Lean down and kiss your Mistress' feet, slave."

I bent down and reached out to find your feet, then began kissing your left foot. After about ten seconds, you said, "No, give me good kisses, not little pecks."

I began kissing more open-mouthed, even extending the tip of my tongue now and then. You purred appreciately, then pushed my head with your foot, directing me over to your right foot. I kissed your feet and shoes for quite some time; then you told me to slowly start moving up your legs. As I obeyed, I heard a squishy noise and realized that you were playing with yourself while I was kissing your shins.

The higher I got, the louder your moans got. About the time that I got up to your knees, your body started to tremble. I kissed more passionately and listened to you cumming. As you started to settle down, I leaned back a bit.

"Very good, slave. You should be rewarded. Open your mouth."

I obeyed and you put in my mouth the fingers that were in your pussy. I licked and sucked the juices off them greedily. Eventually, you withdrew your fingers from my mouth and told me to move closer to the bed, but remain kneeling.

When I was nearly between your legs, you took my head in your hands and started guiding it down toward your pussy. This was it! As incredible as your fingers had tasted, they just built up a longing inside me to taste your pussy directly. And here I was, about to reach that heaven. But then you stopped me when my head as about 6 inches from your pussy.

"Open your mouth wide, slave," you ordered. I did so, then felt your hands on the blindfold. While I wasn't sure of why you had me open my mouth like that, I got even more excited as I was not only going to get to eat your pussy, but see your body as well.

A moment later, you pulled off the blindfold. I must admit that I didn't look at your body right away. I was too distracted by two things: the strap-on that was right in front of my mouth and your command to start sucking it.



The Weekend Ch. 07



"Mistress?!" I asked incredulously.

You grasped my head in your hands and turned it up to look in your eyes. In the fleeting moment between staring at the strap-on and looking at your face, I saw the creamy white skin of your upper thighs (above the stockings), a black leather bustier with red trim, the tops of your breasts pushing out along the top, and your hair cascading over bare shoulders -- a long-time weakness of mine.

"Suck ... my ... cock ... slut!" you ordered.

"But, Mistress, we never ..."

You rolled your eyes and sighed, grasping the blindfold and pulling it down over my eyes again. You pushed my head down and the head of the strap-on bumped against my lips.

"Open wide or this weekend is over," you commanded.

I obeyed and you immediately pushed my head down, the strap-on going deep into my mouth and into my throat. I gagged a bit for a few seconds before you released my head from your grasp and I pulled back.

"There," you said, "now do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now I'm sure you've seen plenty of videos of women sucking men's cocks. You know how it's done. Apply that knowledge."

"Yes, Mistress."

I took the strap-on back in my mouth and started slowly moving up and down the shaft. I heard you purr approvingly at my start. With each stroke, I took it a bit deeper until it was nearly as deep as when you forced it into me. I stayed at that depth for several strokes, then pulled back slowly.

I started licking just the head, then sucked on it a bit. Then I started licking my way up and down the shaft, as I heard more approving noises from you. After a while, you grasped my head again and pulled it back to the tip. "Go down on it, slut," you commanded, "make me cum."

I obeyed, taking it deep inside my mouth again, each stroke a bit faster and a bit deeper. After a while, you started thrusting your hips too, to where it wasn't so much that I was going down on you, as it was that you were fucking my mouth. You grabbed my head and pushed in even deeper with each thrust. Your moans got louder and louder and I felt your body trembling. A few seconds later, you were cumming as I furiously sucked the strap-on.

As your body started to relax, I slowed down and eventually stopped. "Very good, slave. Now stroke it." I started stroking it with my hand, slowly. But pretty soon, the saliva that I had left on your strap-on dried up and the stroking was not going very smoothly.

"Hang on a sec. Put out your hand," you said. I obeyed and felt something cool hit my palm. I quickly figured out that it was lube. "There, now stroke it some more." I started again, my hand gliding easily now.

"Be sure to get it all over my cock -- I want to see it all glistening." I had been paying attention to the shaft, but moved up to the head and rolled my hand all around it too.

After a few minutes, you told me to stand again. You stood up and then instructed me to assume the position I was in when you spanked me -- feet about a foot and a half apart, bent over, hands on the bed. I braced myself for another spanking -- a "reward" for a job well done?

But then I felt you coming up closer behind me. And then I felt the head of the freshly-lubed strap-on pressing against my asshole.



The Weekend Ch. 08



"Oh, Mistress!!!"

WHACK! You slapped my right ass cheek hard. "Are you going to react this way to every new thing? It will be a long weekend."

"No, Mistress -- I'm sorry," I replied.

"Good, now tell me, slut, am I about to take a virgin ass?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Excellent. I promise I'll go slow -- at first. I think these panties are going to get in my way, though." You pulled my panties from around my knees down to my ankles and had me step out of them.

Then you paused for a bit before saying, "You know what, though? I think I need to hear you beg for this."

How does a person beg for something that he's a bit scared of, and -- at least, in one sense -- doesn't really want? Nevertheless, I knew that I had to give myself to you fully, so I managed to half-whisper, "Please, Mistress."

"What? I can't hear you."

"Please, Mistress," I repeated more loudly.

"Please, Mistress, what?"

"Please, Mistress, take me."

"Why, whatever do you mean, slut? I need to know exactly what you're asking for."

"Please, Mistress, please fuck my virgin aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssss."

The last word was drawn out as the head of the strap-on plunged inside me at that very moment.

"Oh, you mean like this?" you laughed.

Through ragged breath, I managed to gasp, "Yes, Mistress. Oh my god!"

"We've got so much further to go, my pet! But you're going to have to relax a lot more if I'm going to get this fully inside you."

To be honest, it already felt like it was fully inside me, but I did my best to relax as I felt you gently, but firmly, pressing into me.

"That's it, slave. Take it deeper," you whispered as the strap-on began easing further into me. I barely heard you though, between my moans and ragged breathing.

"Take it, take my cock in your ass," you kept encouraging me as it pressed deeper and deeper. And then, after what seemed like hours, I felt your body pressed against mine. "I'm impressed, slut! I wasn't sure that you would be able to take it all the way in on the first try. I'll have to keep that in mind and reward you later."

Then you started pulling out again. In some ways, I felt even fuller as you were drawing back, til only the head was still inside me. You paused for a moment, then slowly eased back in -- not nearly as slowly as before, though. Then back out again a bit quicker, to just the head again. Then you paused.

I wondered what was next for quite a while. Then suddenly, I found out, as you thrust hard and deep and fast inside me. My arms gave out from under me and I collapsed on the bed. Undeterred by this, you began pumping in and out of my ass faster and faster, your hands gripping my hips, as you fucked me hard. All I could hear were my own moans, and I have no idea how long it lasted.

Eventually, you pulled out completely, smacked each of my ass cheeks and said, "Time for your reward. Up on the bed, on your back." I obeyed as quickly as I could (which wasn't very quickly). You put a pillow under my hips and spread my legs. Then you knelt between them and lined up the strap-on with my ass again. This time in wasn't nearly as slow, and seemed to press even deeper. When you were fully in, you grabbed my cock.

"This time, two cocks will be stroked. Mine by your ass, and yours by my hand. Isn't that a wonderful reward, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

You immediately began thrusting in and out of me quickly, but stroking my cock just as quickly. After just a few minutes, I could feel the pressure building and told you this.

"Good boy. I'm glad. Your Mistress wants you to cum for her. But you must tell me when you are getting close."

"Yes, Mistress! Oh, thank you, Mistress!"

After another couple minutes, I could feel the cum rising up my cock. "Oh, Mistress! I'm getting so close!"

"Don't cum yet, slave -- not until I say so."

"Yes, Mistress. But I'm so close already!"

"Don't you cum yet!"

As you pumped even more furiously, we went back and forth like this until I was whimpering, begging to be allowed to cum. Suddenly, you took your hand off my cock as you buried the strap-on deep within me.

"I've changed my mind," you said and began unhooking the straps from around your waist and hips. You got up from the bed, leaving the strap-on inside me. I thought my cock would explode, but knew better than to beg to cum.

"I'm going to take a bath. You will lay there just like that until I call you. When I do, you may only come as far as the bathroom door until I direct you further."

You started toward the bathroom, then stopped and walked over to the window. You peeked out the curtains for a moment, then pulled them wide open and walked quickly to the bathroom.

I lay there, completely exposed, my cock throbbing, the strap-on still deep inside me with my legs spread and wondered if it was worse that this time, if I didn't close my eyes, I'd be able to see if anyone saw me through the window. I decided it was, closed my eyes, and waited for your call.



The Weekend Ch. 09



I must have dozed off like that, because the next thing I remember was hearing the bathtub drain. There was no telling who looked in the window and saw me laying there on my back, your strap-on protruding from my ass. Or if any pictures were taken. Or video -- would I end up on one of the adult versions of Youtube?

I heard you calling me as the last of the water was draining. I got up off the bed -- a bit awkwardly -- and walked as best I could to the bathroom door. I pushed it open and saw you sitting on the toilet.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mistress. I'll give you a second," I said and backed out, starting to close the door.

"No, slave, come here," you responded. I obeyed and you told me to stand in front of  you, my back to you. "Now bend over and grab your ankles."

I did as you commanded and you slowly began working the strap-on out of my ass. Most of the lube had dried, but it didn't take too long. I swear, when it finally came out, I felt a breeze run up my asshole all the way to my back teeth.

You set the strap-on aside and told me to stay in the same position. After a few seconds, I heard the sound of you pee-ing in the toilet. When you were done, you told me to stand up straight, take a step forward and turn around.

You stood up and looked me in the eye. "I really don't like the toilet paper at this hotel." You stepped over to the tub, spread your legs a bit and bent over, hands on the edge. "On your knees, and clean me up with your tongue."

Yet another first for me! But I knew better by now than to even hesitate. Besides, my tongue would be on your pussy -- a much more significant first, in my opinion.  I hit my knees, leaned in and began licking -- tentatively at first. The combination of saltiness and sweetness quickly aroused me though, and my licking became more earnest and greedy.

Soon I felt you pressing more firmly against me and i knew that I was no longer cleaning you, but licking your pussy for more sexual purposes. You reached one hand to your clit and started playing with it, as I continued to lick and suck with abandon.

It didn't take you long at all to cum. I hungrily licked at your juices. As you calmed down, you laughed and said, "OK, now you have to clean me again. But light licks this time. I don't want this to be a never-ending cycle."

I obeyed and soon you stood up and thanked me. You reached over to the counter and grabbed a coin laying there. "Call it," you said as you flipped it in the air.

"Heads," I replied and it was, indeed, heads.

"Ah, you lucked out. OK, take off all that lingerie." I obeyed quickly, wondering a bit how getting completely naked was a lucky thing. I already saw how this weekend was going and was pretty sure that it wasn't the usual lucky thing.

You handed me a towel and told me to put it on and go to the front desk and get my bag. "In just this?" I asked.

"Well, yes. Unless you'd prefer to put the pretty pink stockings and camisole back on, too, before you wrap the towel around your waist." I shook my head and you said, "That's what I figured. That's why I said you lucked out. That would have been your fate if the coin had come up tails."

I wrapped the towel around me. There wasn't much overlap. While I didn't have to hold it in place, I needed to take small steps or my leg would come out the parting of the towel like Angelina Jolie at the Oscars.

As we stepped out of the bathroom, you donned a robe and glanced over at the clock. "Oh, this will be a good time. You should be back quickly. No one checks into a hotel at 5:30 on a Friday afternoon." You laughed wickedly at your sarcasm.

As I stepped out of the room, you said, "Hurry back. I'll order room service while you're gone."