One Wild Weekend Page 3

  Bobby grinned and flicked her tongue across his cockhead. “Yeah?”

  Slowly, she took him deep into her mouth, moving up and down the shaft as he groaned.

  “Oh yeah.” He rested his hand on top of her head, following her movements but not pushing. “Just like that. Fuck.”

  With one hand she massaged his balls, and with the other dragged her nails down his chest, his moans making her pussy twinge. She pulled back almost until his cock was out of her mouth, then ducked down again, taking as much in as she could, the head prodding the back of her throat, then repeated, varying the speed.

  “Bobby, fuck.” His hand clenched in her hair as she worked. “I’m close, baby.”

  She sped up, the thought of him coming in her mouth reminding her of the drive over. He clenched again, then she frowned as he reached under her arms and slowly pulled her up and off his member.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t want to come yet.” He grinned as he pulled the shower head from the wall mount and lowered the heat. “And it’s your turn.”

  Before she could question, he was on his knees and the shower head was against her pussy.

  “Oh my God.”

  She slapped her hands back against the porcelain tiles as the pulsing water met her most sensitive areas. A moment later Chris’ free hand was on her, his fingers exploring her pussy, sliding up and down the lips. He slipped the tip of his finger inside, teasing, then pulled it away again as she gasped.

  “Tell me what you want me to do,” he said as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit. “Say it.”

  “That.” She clenched her thighs. “Oh God, work my pussy.”

  She threw her head back and groaned as Chris redoubled his efforts, his fingers never staying in one place long enough for her to get used to it. One moment he was slipping a finger inside her and letting the water stimulate her clit, then his tongue was inside her and his nose took the place of the shower head. She cried out as an orgasm crested then washed over her, turning her vision spotty.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

  She heard the shower head clatter to the floor, then he was inside her, lifting her from the floor as he did. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her back thudded into the tiles and he slammed a hand against the wall. She had never been so turned on as she was right now, never felt so alive as when he was fucking her. She came again with a cry, but Chris wasn’t slowing. She kissed him hard, their tongues mingling as he stroked into her.

  Suddenly he grunted and she almost sighed, thinking he was done, then let out a confused gasp as he reached out and knocked the shower door aside. Soaking wet and connected at groin and mouth, he walked the pair of them through the bathroom and into the bedroom. The mattress came up fast and before Bobby could register her new position, Chris was back on top of her, slamming the entire length of his cock into her again and again. Seconds stretched into minutes, and the minutes seemed to never end as they writhed on the sodden sheets, Bobby arching her hips whenever he thrust. She lost count of how many times she came, each coming sooner than the last until finally Chris shouted her name and thrust for the last time.

  He rolled off to the side and closed his eyes, panting like he’d run a marathon. Bobby lay back beside him, gasping for air just as hard. A happy silence fell until Chris broke it with a laugh.

  “And to think,” he said between deep breaths of air. “I was just expecting a blow job.”

  Bobby giggled and slapped him on the chest. “So was I. You’ve been holding out on me all these years.”

  “I didn’t know I had it in me either.” He opened his eyes and rolled onto his side. “One slight problem, though.”

  “Oh?” She arched an eyebrow and ran a hand down to his softening cock. “Did I break it?”

  “Nah, that’ll be fine soon enough. I meant the sheets.” He nodded at the soaking, sticky mess they lay on. “I think we’ll have to buy Nick some new ones.”

  Bobby snorted. “It was worth it.”

  She closed her eyes again and let out a long breath.

  “And what do you think you’re doing?”

  “Huh?” She opened one eyelid. “Sleeping?”

  With a wide smile, Chris straddled her thighs and ran his fingers over her breasts. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?”

  “Don’t you need to rest?”

  She gasped as he slipped back inside her. Guess not.

  * * * *

  The next day came far too quickly for Bobby’s liking. The pair had spent half the night making love, and neither had had more than four or five hours sleep. Still worth it. She rolled onto her side to once again find Chris missing. She could hear him in the kitchen, rattling a pan of some sort.

  With a yawn that threatened to dislocate her jaw, she got up, stretched and walked naked into the kitchen. After last night clothes seemed somewhat unnecessary. She was pleased to see Chris had the same thought. He wore an apron, but that was all he wore, and since he was facing the cooker she got a great view of his toned legs and backside.

  “I could just bite that butt,” she said as she dropped into a chair. “Nom nom.”

  He turned and grinned. “Feel free, but save room for bacon.”

  “Bacon!” She did a chair dance. “That should replace the calories I burnt last night.”

  Chris smirked. “Careful with the dancing. Any more boob jiggle and I’ll tent my apron.”

  She leant forwards and shook her shoulders a little. “Like that?”

  “Temptress!”

  “You love it.”

  He grinned. “I love you. The boobs are just icing on the cake.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a pack of bacon. “Go shower if you want. I promise to leave you unmolested this time.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” She stepped over and kissed him on the cheek. “And I love you, too.”

  After the bacon was demolished and washed down with two coffees each, Chris led Bobby to the car. The weather had turned to near torrential rain, so he ran out first to open her door for her, then shot back to lock up the house.

  “Where are we off to?” she asked as she pulled her door shut.

  “Well, I figured that while the weather isn’t ideal for anything…outdoorsy, it doesn’t stop us looking for a suitable place.”

  “Suitable for what?” She had an idea, but she wanted to hear Chris say it.

  He turned and waggled his eyebrows. “Why, public fucking, of course, my dear.” He pointed to a map that lay open on the dashboard. “I found three parks that aren’t too far off. One will probably be too busy, but we’ll check them all. As long as you don’t mind getting wet.”

  Bobby smirked. “With you around, I’m rarely dry.”

  * * * *

  The first park was a bust. Even in the awful weather it was too crowded for Bobby’s tastes. Lord knew how many more visitors there’d be on a dry day. Passers-by were one of the main points of the fantasy, but as she explained to Chris, too many was worse than none.

  The second park was a much smaller affair a few miles from the cottage, and was practically empty other than them. There was a tiny café near the exit and Bobby dragged Chris inside for coffee.

  “And cake,” she said as she sat.

  Chris grinned. “Your eyes lit up when you said that.”

  She batted her eyelashes. “I happen to lurve cake, is all.”

  “Funnily enough, I’d noticed.”

  A waiter appeared and they both ordered coffee, and Bobby went for a slice of triple chocolate cake with vanilla fudge icing, much to Chris’ amusement.

  “What?” she said between mouthfuls of heaven.

  “You’re cute when you eat. Can I try it?”

  She shook her head. “Nuh uh.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’ll dissect it!” She held the plate to her chest. “You always go, ‘oh, that’s dry, they should use more nuts’.”

  He laughed. “First of all, nuts ain’t
going to moisten a cake. And secondly…” He pointed to the window so she turned, then grabbed a chunk with his fingers. “Ha!”

  “Thief!”

  Chris threw the cake into his mouth, then chewed it with one eye shut, exaggerating his jaw movements.

  “And?” She put the plate down. “Gonna spoil it for me now?”

  He swallowed, then poked his cakey tongue out. “It’s lovely.”

  “Damn straight.” She finished the cake and downed the last of her coffee. “The rain’s died down. Time to run to the car.”

  She waited by the door while Chris settled the bill and chatted to the waiter for a moment. He was by her side a moment later and they stepped out into the park again.

  “What were you talking to the waiter about?” she asked once they were back in the car.

  “Just telling him how they could improve the cake.”

  Bobby eyed him. “But you said it was great.”

  “I didn’t want to spoil it for you.” He winked. “Park number three?”

  She punched him on the arm. “Drive.”

  Chapter Four

  After a thorough inspection, Bobby decided the third park would be suitable, providing the number of people was right. They spotted a bench in a shaded part, opposite a large pond, and Bobby declared it to be ‘the spot’. Chris agreed, though he looked nervous.

  The drive back to the house was quiet, despite Bobby’s efforts to keep a conversation going. In the end she gave in and asked him directly whether he was still okay with the idea.

  “It’s fine,” he said. “Really. It’s just not something I’ve ever thought of doing before.”

  She reached over and squeezed his thigh. “Does it turn you off?”

  “At first I thought it might, but after what we got up to on the way out of town…” He licked his lips. “It’s just fear of the unknown.”

  “What about your own fantasy? Same worry?”

  “Honestly, yes, a little. Don’t get me wrong, I trust you completely, but it’s new ground.”

  “We’ll go slow.” She grinned. “And to make up for it, when you have me tied up you can do whatever you please.”

  He swallowed hard. “Anything?”

  She pondered the question for a moment. “Okay, almost anything.”

  Chris grinned. “Still leaves a lot to work with.”

  They arrived back at the cottage twenty minutes later, and managed to get inside before the next rain cloud let loose.

  After changing out of their damp clothes, they both dropped onto the black leather sofa in the lounge. Chris had found a bottle of white wine in the fridge, labelled ‘Enjoy!’ so they put their feet up with a large glass each. Bobby downed half of hers in one and Chris raised an eyebrow.

  “Thirsty,” she explained, though that wasn’t the reason.

  They had the rest of Saturday, Sunday and only half of Monday before they headed home, and if they wanted to get everything in, a fantasy needed to take place that evening. Chris was nervous about both, but she figured getting his out of the way would help with that. Plus hers didn’t really work indoors. Hence the nerve-steadying gulp of wine.

  She slapped Chris on the thigh, then stood. “This top is bugging me. Going to switch to something else. Keep my seat warm.”

  Chris swung his legs up onto her spot. “You got it, lady.”

  Once in the bedroom, she quickly stripped off her clothes and opened her suitcase. She took out Mimi’s gag gift box and placed it on the bed, then dug out a pair of slinky lace panties and her black mid-thigh-length slip. She pulled them on, not bothering with a bra, then wrestled her hair back into a tight ponytail. She eyed the stilettos she’d brought, but discarded them. While they’d help the look, a twisted ankle would probably not help the mood. She wished she’d had a pair of knee-length leather boots instead. And maybe a whip.

  She opened the black box and pulled out the handcuffs and blindfold, then paused as her eyes passed over the vibrator. She dropped the blindfold back into the box and headed back to the lounge.

  Chris was watching the TV when she entered the room, and didn’t spot her until she cleared her throat.

  “On your feet, slave.”

  * * * *

  Chris’ gape turned to a smile, but he quickly schooled his expression and jumped to his feet.

  “Good boy.” She jingled the handcuffs against her thigh. “Take your clothes off. Slowly.”

  “Yes, mistre—”

  “Did I say you could speak?”

  He shook his head, then began to strip, starting with his shirt. She let her eyes drift over his erect nipples, then his abs, stopping at the bulge in his slacks.

  “The trousers. Now.”

  Almost painfully slowly, he unbuckled his belt, then dragged the trousers down his legs, taking his socks off at the same time. He threw them into a pile then stood again, now in only his boxer shorts.

  “Those too.”

  The boxers went the same way as the pants, revealing his rigid cock. Bobby licked her lips.

  “This is how it’s going to work, slave.” She jingled the cuffs again. “You will not speak unless told to. You will do what I say, and you will not come until I say you can. Understand?”

  Chris nodded.

  “Good. Now…” She leaned against the door-frame. “Jerk that cock. Show me how happy you are to see your mistress, and maybe I’ll let you touch me later.”

  Chris did as he was told and run his fingers up and down his cock, his eyes on Bobby. She raised the front of her slip to reveal her silk panties and he let out a low groan. He started to jerk a little faster and his grip tightened on his cock. The sight sent warmth through her own groin. She let him jerk for a while longer while she rubbed at her clit through her panties, then held out a hand.

  “That’s enough for now. This way.” He went to follow but she shook her head. “Slaves don’t walk. On your knees.”

  She didn’t wait for him, and instead cleared the suitcase from the bed and moved the black box to the dresser. By the time his head came around the door, she was sat on the edge of the bed facing him, her legs crossed. As he neared, she uncrossed her legs, flashing her panties once again.

  His eyes lit up, and he reached for her thigh. She let him, shuddering as his fingers danced higher and higher. Inches from her pussy, she pulled his hand away and moved out of reach.

  “That’ll do for now. Lie on the bed and hold out your arms.”

  He looked uncertain for a moment, but did as commanded. Bobby straddled his waist, his cock rubbing against her ass in a way that made her shudder. She took his arms and handcuffed them around one of the rails at the top of the bed. As she slid back down him, she threw him a quick smile, and muttered, “The safe word is ‘banana’.” That seemed to help, and the nervous expression disappeared.

  “I’m sure you’re wondering where the cuffs came from.” She ran a hand over the black box. “They came out of here. And they’re not the only thing it holds.”

  She pulled the vibrator out of the box and flipped it on and off again, just long enough for it to buzz for a few seconds.

  “I figured, since I got to watch you…” She placed a foot up on the bed and pulled the slip up her thigh. “Of course, without the use of your hands, you won’t be able to join in. Poor you.”

  Chris’ face was a picture. As far as she could recall, she’d never masturbated in front of him, never mind used a sex toy. She raised the chrome shaft to her mouth and ran her tongue along it before sucking it, her eyes never leaving Chris’. She pulled it from her mouth, then flipped it onto a low setting and brought it down the front of the slip, pausing to rub it around her nipples.

  “That feels good,” she said, her voice low. “So good.”

  Slowly, she brought it lower, past the swell of her breasts, across her tummy, and down to the waistband of her panties. With her free hand she pulled the silk to one side and Chris groaned softly at the site of her pussy, glistening with her juices. Sh
e moved the toy over her pussy lips, then up to her clit and gasped as the vibrations worked their way through the bundle of nerves. She held it there for a long moment, before sliding the shaft inside her.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving Chris’.

  She pulled it back a little way, pushed it further in, then repeated, increasing the depth of the thrust each time. Her whole body tingled with the act, and the sight of Chris struggling against his chains, desperate to grab her, only served to speed along the already fast approaching orgasm. She pushed the vibrator deeper and used her other hand to work her aching clit. The orgasm hit her hard and she had to put both feet on the floor or risk falling. She put a hand on the bed to steady herself until it faded, then took a deep breath and pulled the vibrator from her pussy.

  A bead of her juices formed on the tip of the toy, and she leaned over, holding it an inch above Chris’ cock. He looked painfully erect, the veins bulging on his member. When the drop of her juices hit the tip of his cock, he shuddered and pulled against the handcuffs again like a wild animal. After a minute he relaxed again and Bobby smiled wide.

  “Such a good slave.” She pulled the slip off and threw it to one side. “I think it’s high time you were rewarded. Don’t you?”

  “Yes, mistress,” he said through gritted teeth as she climbed on top of him.

  She kept the panties on and yanked them over further to make room, then lowered herself down. She paused part way, then shifted slightly so his cockhead pushed against her asshole instead, smiling as his eyes widened.

  “Just think.” She rubbed herself against him slowly. “If you were in charge, you could push your big thick cock all the way into my tight little ass…” She lowered herself ever so slightly. “I’ve never let anyone try, but if I was tied up…”

  She stayed there for a count of ten, letting his cock head rub against her, then shifted so it teased her pussy instead and dropped down so quickly they both cried out in pleasure.

  “You like that, baby?” She slowly rose back up his shaft until he was almost out of her pussy, then dropped down fast. “Is that good? Speak!”