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Jim Bradstock, 38, businessman,
6-2, shoulder length black wavy hair, dark eyes
Muscular build.

IC
15th November, and the first freezing cold rainstorm of the winter was here, and would last all night the radio man had said. Which in a way, was perfect for me.

I sat there, in the Audi, watching the hitch-hikers, there were only two or three, but I had not yet seen what I was looking for. Then she stepped out from the food store. I figured she was 30 or so, heels, short skirt and a T, carrying what looked like a child`s umbrella, and soaked to the skin. So far, so good.
I rolled the Audi forward, stopping where she stood, she lowered her head, and looked in, She was pretty too, with long black hair, well, it probably looked black becaus eof the rain, but it was no problem.

I pressed the button to lower the window, and smiled at her,

"Hi There, Are you looking for a ride? I am going about 150 miles Southwest, can I drop you somewhere Miss, get you out of this terrible weather?"

I did a closer inspection as she pushed her head inside the car, she looked frozen as well, so I played my ace in the hole.

"I will be stopping at the McDonalds Drive-thru up ahead there, are you hungry?"

Ciara mendez, aged 29, 5'4", long dark hair, brown eyes, 34D boobs, slim and petite.

IC

I was beginning to regret my rash decision, he hadn't been so creepy, after all. I had been hitching my way away from a bad life. I'd lost my job, lost my apartment, lost pretty much everything, and, courtesy of my quick temper, I had lost my ride, and was now back to square one, hitching in the lashing rain. My umbrella was one I had found, and it was hopelessly inadequate, but any shelter was better than none. In any event, I was soaked through to the skin, the rain running down my bare legs, my skirt and tee shirt plastered to my body, and my shoes squelching as I walked. Trouble was, no one wanted to pick you up one you were wet, ruining their upholstery and all that. I said a little prayer, to St Jude, the only one I bothered with, the Saint of hopeless causes, perfect!

Then, out of my peripheral vision, I saw it the Audi slowing to a stop, the window lowering, and as I glanced in, I was relieved, he didn't look weird. In fact, I wondered why he had stopped, but I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I smiled my best smile, hoping he wouldn't realise how wet I was, until I actually got in the car. A moment later, I was fastening my seat belt.

Addressing his question, I smiled. "South west is fine, and I'll go as far as you're going, and McDonald's sounds devine! I'm famished!!" I vaguely wondered if I had enough for a burger, but perhaps he meant to be a good Samaritian, and if so, I would happily accept.

"So, I'm Ciara! Thanks for stopping, I really do appreciate it!"

"So, I'm Ciara! Thanks for stopping, I really do appreciate it!"

I smiled to myseif inwardly, the hard part was over, and now, it could begin. It was a pity there was not a big store handy, she could have got some towels, and maybe a skirt? Mot that it mattered, in a few hours time she would need neither. For now though, I would be the perfect gentleman, or should that be, the perfect spider, ensnaring his juicy fly?
O looked across at her, it was almost like a wet T shirt contest, her shirt was soaked, and her tits and nipples were clearly visible. She caight me looking, which was perfect yet again, as I pretended to be embarassed, and looked out of the window.

"Dont worry about being wet Ciara, this is a hire car, and not my problem, tell you what though, when we get ro McDonalds, I will park up, you go to the restrooms, and see if you can find something to dry yourself off. At least you will be more comfortable. Oh yeah, what would you like to eat? My treat by the way, as you look so bedraggled and defenseless, it is the least that I can do."

I watched her as I waited for my answer, visualising her, naked, and bound on my porch, and it was a delicious vision indeed!

I casually crossed my arms, acutely aware of just how exposed I was. I didn't want this to turn weird, no way did I want to be back on the road side, not in this weather. The cold was permeating every cell of my body, and I began to shiver, so I ignored it, relieved when he looked embarrassed.

I was similiarly relieved that it was a hire car, knowing that there was a valid reason he didn't care about the seat getting wet, and I became most effusive in my thanks, when he mentioned treating me to a Big Mac!

My mouth was watering, and I could almost taste it, and a nice hot coffee, plus he was willing to wait while I dried off some bit with the hand dryers in the ladies. It was almost too good to be true!!

"Wow, that's really decent of you, and I do appreciate it, I really do!!" I meant it. It was a welcome bonus, and I rethought my initial idea of perhaps snagging his wallet, should the opportunity present itself. Well, a girl has to do, what a girl has to do, right? But he was a nice sort, one of those rare "good" people, and I thought I'd just be thankful for the ride and the food. What goes around, comes around, that's Karma. I was feeling tired, as I noticed the road sign for a fast food joint, and I sat up, making sure I didn't miss out on anything.

"There is no need to thank me Ciara, we are all here to help our fellowman as I see it, and I don`t mean religion, I don`t go there myself."

I pulled into McDonalds car park, quite close to the entrance surprisingly, it was a restaurant and a drivethru, which helped. I held the door open, while she jumped from the car, and ran to the doorway.

"You go to the restroom Ciara, and if I get served before you are done, I will be in the car."

I was served before she appeared, which was perfect, once that I was back in the car, I opened a tiny sachet that was in the glove compartment, and poured half of it into her coffee, and stirred it in. It was tasteless, but she would sleep for two hours or so, once we got on the road, that way, she would have no idea where we were, especially when I left the main highway. She came out to the car, looking a little less bedraggled, and I saw her face light up, when she saw the car was still here in the car park.

She got in, and I handed her the Big Mac and her coffee.

"Everything OK Ciara?"

I smiled and accepted the coffee and burger.

"Thanks, yeah every thing is great!!" I could not believe the turn around in my luck! While I was still far from dry, I had managed to get the worst of it, and was now damp instead of saturated, I had food which smelled divine, and someone had left their bag in the bathrooms, and I had a fifty in my pocket that I didn't have earlier!!

"I'm really tired, when we get back on the road, you dont mind if I grab some shut eye, do you?" I asked, thinking that he might want company for the long journey. Normally, I would never sleep in someone else's car, but this guy was harmless, I could tell.

I wolfed down that burger, and licked my fingers, I took a long drink of the coffee, and even snagged a couple of fries off of my host's plate. I was finished first, and I thought I might get out and bin the rubbish, but I felt weary to my bones, and I thought that my driver was the type to take care of that stuff, so I sat still, my eyes becoming heavier, and heavier.

2 hours later, I rolled the car to a halt, I was just about to enter the forest, and about ten minutes away from the cabin, I pulled out my iPhone, and called Darren.

"Did you get what I wanted?"

"Sure thing Jim, heating is on, fridge and freezer fully stocked, and you will be the only cabin in use this weekend."

"Thanks Darren, give my regards to Sally and the kids, and I will drop by just before Christmas, bye for now."

I put the internal light on, and I looked across at her, she was just starting to stir, and I put my hand on her knee, stroking it. That worked, she pushed my hand away, and closed her legs, as she woke up, looking at me through bleary eyes.

"Hello again Ciara, we are now 120 miles away from where we were, and I want to show you something."

I doused all the lights, and it was completely dark.

"We are on the edge of a forest, the nearest town is 20 miles behind us, the nearest farm is 15 to the West. And it is freezing out "
As I paused a flash of lightening, and a crack of thunder came, less than a second apart.

"I am going to make you an offer Ciara, a one time deal.
You can leave now, get out of the car, and walk away, I will even give you a hundred, to help you out, and then be on my way.

Or, you can come with me, to my lovely warm cabin, inside the forest, lots of food, and drink, central heating on since yesterday. But it comes at a cost Ciara.
You will be my sextoy for the seekend, to fuck and play with anyway I want to.

So what is it to be Ciara, a long wet walk, during which you will probably freeze to death, or a weekend of fun in the warmth?
The choice is yours, you have five minutes to decide, and then I start the car, and I go, with you, or alone, the choice is yours."

I could not believe my ears! What had happened to my knight in shining armour??! I looked about, certain that we were indeed in the middle of nowhere. I didn't even have a torch, the night was moonless, and I knew that if I got out of the car, I could end up dead in a ditch somewhere, and no one but wild animals would find me.

But the alternative, his sextoy?? Was he into weird and kinky sex? He looked so...... normal!

I wasn't going to go, I'd get out, take my chances. I opened the door, relieved that it actually opened, perhaps everything wasn't as far away as he said, perhaps....... at that moment, just after the flash of lightening, and above the sound of the torrential rain hammering on the roof and windsheild of the car, I heard it. A wolf or a dog, I didn't know, but it was a howling that sent shivers down my spine.

I slammed the door shut, and looked at the guy I was with. I'd take my chances with him.

"Okay, I'll be your sex toy for the weekend, but I have two conditions - non negotiable. I dont know what kind of kinky stuff youre into, but the term 'sextoy' say a lot. No permanent harm, agreed, and you give me the hundred and drop me to a bus depot when the weekend is over. Agreed?"

I turned on the lights, abd I watched as she opened the door, a look of uncertainty upon her face, then I too heard the wolf. What a wonderful moment he chose to howl. I almost smiled, but refrained from doing so, as she slammed the door shut, with a resigned look upon her face.


"Okay, I'll be your sex toy for the weekend, but I have two conditions - non negotiable. I dont know what kind of kinky stuff youre into, but the term 'sextoy' say a lot. No permanent harm, agreed, and you give me the hundred and drop me to a bus depot when the weekend is over. Agreed?"

I said nothing at first, I just looked, her face, then her breasts through her T shirt, and finally her legs. I let my left hand run across my pants, and tightened the material over my hardening cock.

"That Ciara, is the very last time that you will ever try to impose any conditions upon me, and I will tell you now, exactly how it will be. Facts Ciara, not conditions.

I will neither mark you, nor cut you, neither will I cause you severe physical pain. But I will use you, I will use your body, I will use all three orifices, for my pleasure. I will restrain you at times, if you offend or displease me, then I will punish you. But, conversely, you will have more orgasms this weekend than you dreamed possible. You will discover new things about yourself, and your sexuality.
As far as you are concerned I have no name, and you will always refer to me as Sir. You will do what I ask without question, or hesitation."

I paused for a moment to let my words sink in.

"Take of your top, and show me your tits, now, and then we will then leave for the cabin, you will remain topless throughout the journey."

His voice washed over me, and raised my skin in goosebumps. He reminded me of a stern school master, or at least now he did.

"That Ciara, is the very last time that you will ever try to impose any conditions upon me!!

It was the tone of a man used to obediance, absolute and immediate obediance. I wondered what, exactly I had just agreed to, and I was relieved when he said he would do me no permenant hardm, but when he spoke of using my body, all my orifices, punishing me, I quivered deep inside, with dread, and if I was honest, perhaps a little anticipation.


"Take of your top, and show me your tits, now, and then we will then leave for the cabin, you will remain topless throughout the journey."

This was it, the moment of truth, and I noticed my hands shook as they went to the hem of my still damp tee shirt. Peeling it off over my head, I held it in front of me, using it as a sheild, for as long as I possibly could, then I leaned forward, and unclasped my bra, holding it over my tits waiting for the car to move. I glanced at 'Sir' and then, resigned, I dropped my bra to the floor of the car, and crossed my arms, so I'd feel less exposed and vulnurable.

Ciara, I had to admit, had quite beautiful tits, neither too big, nor too small, with beautiful dark areola, that I felt certain would puff up in sexual arousal.

Leaning across, I took hold of her hands, she resisted at first, but a look into her eyes stopped that. I lifted her hands, placing them on top of her head.

"Sir wishes to see how your tits push forward Ciara, and, Sir is pleased."

I tweaked her right nipple, and played with her tits, flicking the nipples, and twisting them a little, noticing how quickly they responded. This was a good sign, and I took out my hard cock, stroking it a couple of times. OK, it was not massive, seven and a half erect, and a reasonable girth, but, it was mine.
I sat back, stroking, and looking at her, she was nervous of course, but that would pass.

"You may relax Ciara, and no, I do not want you to suck my cock, not yet anyway, I just wanted you to see it, so that you are under no illusions. As to the rest of your body, I will inspect you when we arrive at the cabin. So when you are ready Ciara, return my cock to my pants, and then relax, we will be home in 20 minutes time. One more thing, do you shave?"

Ciara was shaking so hard, that when she reached across to tuck him back into his pant, a vision from "Something about Mary" lept to her mind, as she jerked the zipper upwa? She blushed rd. Fortunately for him, she did not snag him in the metal teeth of the mechanism.

Having done that, she sat, feeling very exposed, and vulnurable, and she wondered what his inspection would consist of, then the last part of his question sank in. Shave???? Oh God! He meant 'down there'!! She blushed.

"Um, no, I er trim!" she said, red as red could be, and as they drove towards the cabin, she wondered if she would even be the same person when it was over. Her heart thudded and her tits still throbbed from his touch.

The nerves were still there, and I realised that I had taken a chance, getting her to put my cock away, but I had wanted to see how she handled it. I had no complaints, although her answer about shaving did surprise me, for some reason, I had expected her to have a bald pussy, not that it mattered, a landing strip was fine, for it was not the soft down that I would be focussing on.

"Had it been summertime Ciara, you would now be naked, and your pussy would be moist at least I assure you. The coldness of the weather of course, dictates my actions here in the car."

She remained silent, still embarassed I figured, but it would not matter soon, I turned into the park area where the cabins were, and drove up to number 4, mine. It was the prime site on the camp, and the most expensive also, but the extra cost was worth it for the privacy.

"When I stop the car, wait in your seat, I will come back out for you with a real umbrella. You will follow me inside, and wait while I close the door. You will then stay in the main room, and wait again, while I make the coffee, it will be your job after that by the way. When I finally do return, you will be naked, and when I enter the room, you will spread your legs a little, and bend over, then you will hold onto your ankles, and await my command."

I tried to take it all in. I still had the comment about summertime in my head, and I imagined myself sitting naked in the car!!

We pulled up outiside a surprisingly decent looking cabin, and I quickly glanced at the others, noting that they were in darkness, and looked desserted.

I remained in the car, and waited until Sir retuned with the umbrella, and escorted me into the house, and as he had instructed me, I stood by the door my heart hammering as I looked around the large, spacious room, surprised that it was so ordinary looking.

Trying to remember the rest of the instructions, I undressed fully, and stood nervously shuffling from foot to foot, dreading what was to come next. He had told me to bend over and grab my ankles, when he entered, and I was worried that I might not have the courage to complete the task.

I heard his footsteps approaching, and almost hyperventliating, I slowly turned and blushing furiously, I bent over , and grabbed my ankles, and waited.

I returned with a tray, and two cups of soffee, well mugs, not cups. I glanced across at where she was, bending a sinstructed, and holding her ankles.It was nice and warm in the cabin, so I took off my coat, and placed it on the arm of the couch.

"Sir will inspect you Ciara, only for the rest of the weekend you will have a variety of names, or at least you will be called them. The name Ciara will not be one of them. Do not take offence at them, they are all part of our game. For that is how you must view this weekend, it is a game, and believe me, you will enjoy playing."

I walked to where she was, and slowly caressed he rhair, and ran my warm hand onto her neck, There was no need to alarm her, she must get used to my touch, and accept it without comment, or fear.

"You have the most beautiful tits slut, Sir is most pleased."

I let my hand move to her tits, holding each for a moment in my palm, and bouncing them slightly.

"Sir expects his slut to be wet at all times, even now,"

I moved to stand behind her, and placed my hands upon her ass cheeks, massaging them gently, before letting a finger run down the crack of her ass, and past her little brown star button. I could feel her shudder, but I continued, tracing my finger along her pussy lips. I bent, and looked closer, using my thunbs to open her labia. She was damp, but not wet, that though, would soon change I knew. I found her clit, and I rubbed my thumb back abd forth across it. Noting the reaction, as she involuntarily pressed back against me. I slipped a finger inside, just fior a moment, and then sucked it, to taste my new slut.

"I will sit on my chair, and you will sit on a cushion at my feet. You will drink your coffee. And after you have explained what you were doing at the filling station, you will pleasure Sir, and, you will swallow his gift."

My nerves were stretched so taut, I thought they might fray. He approached, and began his perusal of me, examining every part of me. I felt like a horse at a fair, almsot expecting him to check my teeth next.

His fingers trailed my flesh, and then Sir, for I had no other name to know him by, teased my clit, making me all but hump his finger!! He explained the rules for the weekend, and I nodded my understanding and agreement.

I sat on the floor, feeling more than a little foolish, as I drank my coffee, and then I told him the long and sordid tale of how I had lost my job, my apartment, my life as I knew it...... then, having dragged the story our as much as possible, I went to my knees, and began to undo Sir's pants.

"Is it okay?" I asked, "shall I begin? and will you tell me what you like?"

"shall I begin? and will you tell me what you like?"

"I would like you to stand up, and toss that cushion you were sat on, onto the couch."

While she did this, I took off my clothes, folding, and laying them on the back of the couch, until I stood naked before her, my cock hard and proud. I had learned that which I wished to know.
Her story was true.
She ha dnever been fully sexually explored.
And, most importantly, she was not a hooker.
No hooker would ever have asked me that about a blow job.

I turned off all the lights but one table lamp, and then I stood with her, I took her face in my hands, and kissed her, softly, letting my lips caress hers, before softly sucking her bottom lip.
I took her in my arms, and then moved he rhand to my cock.
We kissed again, and my hand moved to her pussy, gently playing with her labia.
Now, there would be no questions, I was sure.

I was surprised at the gentleness of his touch. I appreciated the more intimate feeling when the lights were dimmed, no longer feeling quite so exposed, and vulnerable.

We kissed, and he began to lightly touch my pussy, and before I knew it, my body was responding, ripening, opening, dampening.

I slid to my knees, and took his hard, male flesh in my hand, and slowly, and gently kissed the head, taking a moment to lick the glistening bead of precum that hung there in defiance of gravity.

Licking all around the head, I looked up, watching, and gauging his reaction. Then, I opened my mouth, and took a good third of his cock into my mouth, bobbing my head a little, and turning my head to the side, as I struggled to take more. I wrapped my tongue around the underside, and fluttered it, knowing that it would feel good for him.

I looked up again, wondering how I was doing.

I held her gaze when she looked up at me, nodding my head very slightly indeed, to signify my approval. Her delicate mouth was warm, and wet, enclosing my shaft in an envelope of erotic pleasure.

I moved my hips slightly, just a fraction, as she sucked on my hardness, the pleasure growing in intensity with every subtle movement of her lips, and tongue. As much as I was immersing myself into her ministrations, I knew that I should stop her, for I wished to savour her, to taste, and to pleasure, and of course, to see, feel and taste her orgasm.

Placing my hand upon her head, I spoke to her.

"Cease now, and follow me."

I waited until she was on her feet again, and then moved away, down a short corridor, and into the bedroom. I ushered her inside, and let her see the bed. I had wanted a four poster, but the architect had said the room was not large enought to accomodate one. What I did have though, was an antique brass bed, with brass rails at the top and bottom. The bedding?
Black silk sheets, with red matching pillows. Again, I had only one side light lit.

I led my slut to the bed, and instructed her to lie down, across the bed, with her sex close to the edge, for easy access. As she lay there, I removed two red silk scarves from the bedside cabinet, and, even though she looked fearful, she did not resist, when I tied her arms to the bed by her wrists.

I took a small bottle of aromatic oil from the drawer, and held it up for her to see.

"You may not cum slut, until I give you permission.

I dribbled two tiny drops of the il onto her tits, and slowly began to massage them, spreading the oil around her wonderfully firm orbs. The nipples responded immediately, they were hard before, but now, they were like bullets.

I stepped back, admiring the way her tits glistened, and almost shimmered in the dim light.I olaced my hands on my cock, and coated that also, before picking up the bottle, and holding it above her stomach.
Tipping it very slowly indeed.

I was surprised when he stopped me mid blowjob. Although I was not massively experienced, I did know that that was not the ususal conclusion.

I followed him to the bedroom, hoping I hadn't done something wrong, and a moment later I was stretched out across the bed, on the soft, silk sheets, my hands tied to the frame. I struggled a little, not consciously, but instinctively needing to test the bonds, and I found them to be secure.

I watched the little bottle of oil, and the viscous fluid as it dripped with agonising slownee. I froze, as he rubbed it in, wondering if it would heat or freeze my flesh, but it did neither, and my nipples turned to tight, hard little nubs, standing proud from by tits.

The drops of oil continued, ploping on my stomach and my abdomen, and I felt my nerves stretch in anticipation. I watched with an almost sick fascination, as he oiled his cock, and I shuddered as I imagined why he might feel the need to do that. I had imagined that we would have oral sex, well, okay, that I would suck him off, perhaps tomorrow he might fuck me, and the whole anal thing, well, I had put that on the proverbial long finger, not wishing to dwell on it. Could the moment be upon me so soon?

My heart beat loudly in my chest, and I was sure my pulse was discernible to the naked eye.

The fear had returned to her eyes, needlessly from my viewpoint, but, I let things lie. I spread the tiny drop of oil about her belly, being studiously careful not to let it go near her sex. That, I wanted naturally moistened, with no artifical lubrication, it was not necessary in my opinion.

I climbed onto the bed, and straddled her body, letting my ass cheeks slip a little on her oily skin, as I positioned myself.

Laying my cock in the valley between her tits, I pressed both against the shaft, and slowly started to fuck them, seeing the head of my cock appearing, and disappearing close to her chin. I spoke to her

"Drink in the aromas slut, Italian jasmine, rose, lavender and sandalwood, all for you, breath in deeply, and lose yourself in the sensuality of the moment."

I stopped moving, watching her, to see if she was taking it all in.
Sarisfied that she was I raising up onto my haunches, I released her bonds temporarily.

"Press your tits against Sir`s cock, and show Sir what a whore you really are, and then Sir will come, all over your tits, and your face, before Sir takes your pussy, and makes it his."

I settled again, as her hands came up to her tits, and I looked deep into her eyes, searching for the soul of her sex.

Despite his earlier warning, I railed a little agianst the term 'slut' for which he seemed to have a particular fondness. I was relieved that the oiled up cock was not going in my ass, as I had feared, but between my tits. It was not something I had done before, but hey, I'd give it a go. Not that I had too much choice, but still.

I moaned with the pleaseure it gave me, as I pressed my tits around his throbbing cock, taken at the warmth and smoothness of his flesh. As he moved, it was like a deep tissue massage, for me, while his balls stroked my abdomen, tickling it. The mix of oils was heady, and the smell combined with the sensation to make for a surprisinly sexy experience.

"Press your tits against Sir`s cock, and show Sir what a whore you really are, and then Sir will come, all over your tits, and your face, before Sir takes your pussy, and makes it his."

I did, and I found a depraved little glow of excitement inside of me, as I imagined his cum shooting from his cock, painting my tits, and my face. As he moved, I found myself lifting my head, straining to lick the cock head as it peeped through the tunnel it had formed in my flesh.

A part of me wanted to blurt out how much I was enjoying this, but I decided it was wiser to keep my own counsel, for now, at least.

There was a change, she lightened a fraction, barely discernable, but I noticed. I also knew that I would come a lot sooner than she probably expected, since I arranged this weekend, just under three weeks ago now, I had abstained.

No porn movies, no erotic chat, no masturbating, I was saving all my sexual energy up, for this one weekend. My plan was simple, find someone to spend the weekend with, even, as a last resort, a hooker, and then to go for it, as hard and as much as I could, or wanted to.

And here I was, titty fucking Ciara as she called herself, her tongue reaching out for my cock, as I slid along her valley of delights. The point of no return was galloping towards me though, and even if I had wanted to, there was no stopping it, not now.

I raised up, my cock popping out from between her tits, I held my cock pumping it, and looked at her,

"Now, grab my cock....pump it...oh fuck, open your mouth.....now....take it... ARRRRGGGGHHHHHH"

I lay there, amazed that I was actually finding this arousing. Sir's cock pumped hard inbetween my tits, the friction heating my flesh, and then......

"Now, grab my cock....pump it...oh fuck, open your mouth.....now....take it... ARRRRGGGGHHHHHH"

I did as he said, pumping, once, twice, thrice, as I opened my mouth wide, a little anxious, but doing as I was told and then, I blinked, as spurt after spurt splattered across my face, and I moved, trying to capture the jets as they sprayed forth like a geyser.

By the time the last string of cum sprayed across me, my tits, my neck, face, hair and mouth were all covered by a spiderweb of Sir's seed, and I blushed, imagining that I must look like a total slut. I looked up at him, panting, and swallowing the cum contained in my mouth, feeling totally slutty!!

The explsion of my soul was magnificent, and my gift covered her, and was accepted with due grace, and pleasure.

I rocked back a little, as my passion eased, and let my hands return to her tits, tugging on the hard bullet like peaks, as she moaned in pleasure.

"Sir is pleased, and gives his permission for you to clean yourself up. The bathroom is through that doorway by the dresser. Darren has left everything that we will need in there, oh yes, it is a double shower, Sir will join you as soon as he has sorted things in here."

Letting go of her tits, I leaned back slightly, to slip a finger, then two inside of her. I then sucked my fingers, as I started to rise off the bed.

"Ah sweet pussy, do not fret, nor weep for me, for it is your turn next."

I watched her go to the bathroom, and then stripped the sheets from the bed, quickly depositing them in the laundry, before tossing a heavy throw onto the mattress, in black of course.

I sat for a moment, reflecting upon the evening so far, and I felt safe in the knowledge, that it could only ger better. Passing through the doorway,
I entered the bathroom, cock in hand, already semi-erect again. I strode across to the shower cubicle, and slid open the door, before stepping inside.