The Weekend Part 1 (MF)

You can do whatever you want to me, I whispered as we walked into the restaurant, and you’re taking me on a date? Here this man was, leading me into a restaurant way nicer than I had ever been to, opening doors for me and telling me that I looked beautiful in this skin-tight dress that he had picked out for me. I didn’t understand, this isn’t what I had imagined when we had agreed on a weekend together. We had agreed that this weekend was about sex, about having a safe space to explore my kinks with someone with more experience than I had, not about romance or going out on dates. I was done with love, and I had told him that when we made this agreement. I wasn’t interested in a “real” relationship, not after the last one.

Yeah, he chuckled. The agreement was that I could do whatever I wanted to you, and I wanted to take you out.

Why? I was skeptical of the whole thing, trying to imagine every possible reason why he would want to take me out to dinner. Is this all a ruse and this is some sort of dungeon, I asked.

No, he laughed again. Why did he keep laughing at me? This weekend wasn’t about romance, this had to have some kind of sexual motivation.

Are you gonna fuck me in front of everyone?

No.

In the bathroom? Tease me under the table?

As much as I would like to, no, he laughed again and leaned down until his mouth was at my ear. That comes later.

Before I had time to respond, he had stood back up and was giving the hostess the reservation name. I followed him to our table, still silently questioning why we were mye. He had already said that he didn’t plan on having sex here, but nothing in our agreement said that he had to tell me the truth. Maybe this was all a ruse and this was some sort of exhibition. No, this would have been too much effort to put into that, he would have openly taken me to a dungeon. And if he fucked me in front of everyone, we would both be arrested. Plus there were children mye, so neither of those explanations made sense. There was still the bathroom idea, but this place felt too classy for that. I would just have to wait and see what his plans for me were.

The hostess walked us to our table, and the waiter took our order almost immediately. I ordered a pasta dish that I had never heard of, while he ordered a ridiculously overpriced steak. While we waited for our food, I began to relax a little bit, being careful to not let my guard completely fall. Keeping my walls up, though, was easier said than done, and he was slowly taking them down, piece by piece. We were laughing and telling each other stories of the dumb stuff that we had done as kids, talking about our day-to-day lives, about our goals and ambitions. This felt like a real date, it didn’t feel like a set-up, it didn’t feel like it was part of a kink exploration. There was a connection, more than just sex. But this weekend was about sex, and I was not looking to get into another relationship. I wanted to explore my sexual interests, that’s it.

Check, please, he asked the waiter, pulling me out of my daze. I hadn’t realized that it was already time to go, and part of me didn’t want to go. Yes, I was excited about what was coming later, but this dinner was a nice surprise, and a very welcomed change from what I was used to. The waiter brought our check, and he paid, not even letting me look at the bill. Once the waiter returned with his card, we both started to get up.

Sit down, he commanded quietly, and I obeyed, surprised. He walked around to my side of the table and pulled my chair out, the gentlemanly act a stark contrast from the authoritative tone that he had used to speak. I looked up at him, silently asking if I could get up, and he offered his hand to me. I placed my hand in his, and I rose. He led me out of the restaurant, through the parking lot, and to his car. He opened the passenger door and motioned for me to get in. I did, pulling at my dress as I sat down, trying to make sure that I was completely covered. I expected him to pull it up again, to slap my ass, to do something, but he didn’t. Once I had sat down, he simply closed the door and got into the driver’s seat.

As we drove, his demeanor changed. It was no longer the gentle, kind energy that it was at the restaurant, it was domineering, and powerful enough that I stayed quiet as we headed toward our destination. Slowly, we entered a more rural area, one with less streetlights and very few houses, with lots of areas to pull over to begin fishing or hiking. We were getting close to the house that we had rented, and while I was excited, I was also getting more and more nervous.

Without saying a word, he pulled over into an area used for river access, and drove down to the edge of the water. He put the car in park, and immediately turned to face me.

Rule number one, he began, his voice so much sharper than it been during dinner. If you need to use the safeword, you use it. Use it, everything stops immediately, and we figure out what happened and how to continue. Do you understand?

I nodded.

Rule number two, you call me Sir or Daddy. Nothing else.

I nodded again.

Rule number three, until 8:00 Sunday evening, you are mine. I can, and will, do anything and everything that I want with you. Do you have any issues with that?

No, Sir.

Good.

He pulled my dress down, exposing my tits, and grabbed my face and made me make eye contact with him, then he made me kiss him. As they kissed, he reached down and pinched my nipple until I would flinch in pain, then he would do it just a little more. Then the other one. Then the other, each time pinching and pulling a little harder, making my squirm more and more each time. I reached over to touch his face, but I was met with a hand around my wrist, pushing my hand back towards me.

No. He growled against my mouth. You don’t fucking touch me unless I tell you too.

Yes Daddy, I whimpered, putting my hand back on my thigh.

Good girl.

He put his hand back on my tit, rubbing and feeling all of it, and giving my nipple one more little pinch, harder this time than before, before moving to the other one. From there, he moved down my body to my thighs. He rubbed them both, squeezed the insides, then moved to what laid in between. He rubbed the outside of it, my lips, first. Then began tracing the line where my lips met, not going inside yet, but still feeling my wetness. I started moving my hips, trying to get his finger to slip past the barrier and touch my, but he refused to let it happen. Once I saw that I had failed, I whimpered again and slumped down in my seat as much as I could with him still holding my face. Before I realized it, his hand was around my throat, pulling my onto his lap. I climbed over the console onto him, why he pushed me down onto his lap, and onto his fingers. He wasn’t just touching me now, he had three fingers inside of me. He pulled my face towards his, never letting go of my throat, maybe even tightening his grip, and kissed me again. I kissed him hard as he began moving his fingers inside of my, and without realizing it, I started moving my hips up and down. He moved from my mouth to my neck, kissing and biting everywhere he could reach. Then he moved from my neck to my tits, kissing and biting, until he finally found my nipple again and slipped it into his mouth and began licking, sucking, and biting. As he did, I became more aggressive in fucking his fingers. I had my hands around him, digging my nails into the backs of his shoulders, but I took one, slid it down the front of his body, and began rubbing my clit as I fucked him and he sucked on my tits. I immediately got closer to cumming, and he could feel my pulse around his fingers. He waited until the last second and, at the same time, stopped sucking my and took his fingers out of my before I had a chance to slam myself back down onto them. He tightened his grip on my throat and brought my face to meet his.

You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to, and you definitely don’t fucking cum unless I tell you to.

Yes Daddy.

You’re my fucking slut, my fucking property, you do what I fucking tell you to, when I tell you to, nothing more and nothing less. Do you fucking understand me?

Yes Daddy. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.

You better not. If you do then I’ll have to punish you, and you don’t want to be punished, do you baby girl?

No Daddy.

Good. Now move to the back.

He released me, and I started to climb between the two front seats into the back of the car, but he stopped me.

What do you think you’re doing?

Moving to the back like you told me to, Sir.

No. Go outside, he answered.

Yes Sir.

I climbed back into the front of the car, kissed him, and got out, completely naked. I didn’t even have shoes, and I could feel the gravel digging into my feet. The cool air did feel nice on my body, though, and I did get a rush from knowing that there were people, people that I didn’t know, just on the other side of the trees behind me, that could come up there at any time. He followed me out of the car and watched as I stood there, looking around to make sure that nobody could see me, that nobody was hiding in the bushes, making sure that they were alone.

Open the door.

I did, and as soon as I did, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed my face down onto the seat, leaving my ass exposed and stuck in the air.

Shit, I gasped in surprise. He chuckled at my, and I could almost feel his smirk as he held my there, staring at my exposed body, covered in goosebumps from the cool air. He kicked my feet apart, spreading my legs so that he could see my pussy peeking out. He reached down with one finger and gently began stroking the lips, barely touching my at all. He slowly slipped a finger inside of my, feeling how wet I was, how wet he had made my. Feeling my wetness, my warmth, just feeling my, made him grow even harder, made him want my even more. Before he realized it, he was pushing his finger in and out of my, and I was pushing back even further onto his hand, trying to get him as deep in my pussy as I could. He added another finger, which made my moan. Then another, and another, louder moan. Then another. He could feel my stretch around his fingers as I thrust myself onto him. my moaning got louder, my breathing raspier, and he could feel my pulsing as they worked togetmy to fuck my deep and hard. As I got closer, he began rubbing my ass, working his way down to my hole. He rubbed it, teasing my. He ran his fingers down to my pussy, where he got just enough of my juices on his finger, then he moved back. He massaged the entrance into my ass, pumping in and out of my pussy the whole time,

Fuck me in the ass, Daddy, I whimpered in between sighs and moans.

What was that, babygirl?

Fuck me in the ass, Daddy, please. Please, I need it. I need to feel you in my ass, Sir, please.

I love hearing you beg, babygirl. I love when you beg for me.

Please Daddy, I want you so bad. I want you in me. I want you to fill me, to stretch me, to fuck me until I can’t stand it, please Daddy, I need it. I almost sounded like I was going to cry, but he knew better, because every few words, I was sighing with pleasure. I tried to keep my moans in too, but a few slipped out. I wasn’t the only one expressing my pleasure, though. A few low, gutteral moans escaped him as well, and i imagined him fighting with himself, wanting to resist, to make me keep begging, but wanting to fuck me just as much as I wanted him to. I imagined that his dick was so hard, it was throbbing and was probably an awful shade of purple.

He pushed his finger in, and I moaned louder than any of the times before. This was a moan of pure ecstasy and satisfaction that I had gotten what I wanted, loud enough to drown out his own moan of pleasure. I could feel his fingers moving with each other through the barrier between my ass and pussy, matching his own pace. Now he was fucking me slow, his fingers all moving at the same time. I couldn’t decide which I liked more; one or the other was enough to make me crazy, both were driving me absolutely insane, and it seemed like it was his, too. I was still pushing back onto his fingers as he moved into me, pushing him deeper and deeper inside of me, constantly moaning and sighing, still with my face buried in the seat of the car.

Damn, you feel good, babygirl. Nothing like I would expect from such a slut.

I mumbled a response, but it was so muffled that I’m sure he couldn’t understand me. He started speeding up, pumping faster, but not fast enough to make my cum yet. I started throwing myself onto his fingers harder, needing him deeper inside of me. Just as I could start to feel my orgasm start to build, he stopped completely, pulling his fingers out of me and bringing them to my mouth. Suck them.

I obeyed. I took his fingers into my throat, gagging when he shoved them even deeper. That’s my good little slut, he cooed as he took his fingers out of my mouth and moved them back to my ass. He shoved one finger in without any inhibition, without any regard as to if it would hurt my or not. I gasped in surprise, which then turned into a moan once he started moving his fingers in and out, starting to match the pace of his hand that was in my pussy again. Before I had even finished moaning, he spit on my hole and worked another finger in. I loved feeling myself stretch around him, it somehow made me even wetter, and I wasn’t even sure how that was possible. He took his thumb out of my pussy, leaving his other fingers inside of me, and rubbed my clit as he pushed in and out of both of my holes. Almost instantly, I began shaking all over, and my moans became shorter, sharper. I was getting close again. He pushed inside just a few times before I was right on the edge and he pulled completely out of me, and grabbed my hips. I sighed, disappointed that he had stopped me again.

Aw, what is it babygirl? He had a mocking tone to his voice, and it was obvious that he enjoyed keeping me on edge. Did you want to cum?

Yes, Daddy.

Oh, no. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to disappoint you. Let me make it up to you.

He squatted down, between my legs, and began kissing the backs of my thighs. He moved up until he was right below my pussy. He ran his tongue across my lips, slipping inside just enough to drive me even crazier, and stood up. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me out of the car. It was dark, but he could still see how red my face was. my hair was a mess, and I had a wild, desperate look in my eyes. He grabbed my throat and kissed me, and I kissed him back. He pulled me away from him and admired what he had done. How he had taken me and broken me down into a desperate, crazed creature.

Look at you, he laughed. You really are a fucking slut, aren’t you?

Yes, Daddy, I am. But i’m your fucking slut.

Do you wanna make Daddy happy?

Yes.

Do you wanna pleasure Daddy?

Yes.

Beg, he ordered me, shoving me down onto my knees. I could feel the gravel digging into my skin, but I didn’t care. At that moment, all that mattered was pleasing him.

Please, Daddy, let me pleasure you, plea-

Louder.

Please, please, sir, let me please you. Please, Daddy, it’s all I want, please. I want your dick in my mouth, Sir, please. Please let me suck your dick. Please make me swallow your cum like the slut I am. Please, Daddy, let me be your good little slut, your good girl, please, let me pleasure you.

I reached up and started stroking him through his pants, knowing that I was risking getting denied again like earlier. To my surprise, though, he didn’t push me away, leaned his head back and a quiet, animalistic sound escaped his throat.

Please Sir,I know I don’t deserve it, but I want to pleasure you, I want to make you cum, please let me Daddy. I need you in my mouth, Sir, please. Let me show you that I’m a good girl, Daddy, your good girl. I need you, sir. I need you in my mouth, I need to please you, to serve you, please.

He nodded approvingly at my, giving my permission to move farther. I unzipped his jeans and lowered them down to his ankles, followed by his underwear.

Please, Daddy? I asked, getting close enough to him that he could feel my breathing on his cock, but not quite touching him. Please?

He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved his dick into my mouth. As soon as my lips wrapped around him, the soft sound that had escaped him earlier grew, and he was now moaning like I had been. I started off slow, gently licking and sucking all of him, teasing him, just like he did to me. Soon, i sped up, taking all of him into my mouth. I was still controlling my speed, though, making sure that i was going too slow, making sure that i was teasing him. He let go of my hair and pushed my head down, pushing his cock even deeper into my mouth. The deeper it went, the more i could feel him twitch, getting closer and closer, and I had just started on him. He pulled my head away from him, then back towards him, getting his dick as far into my as he could. He started moving me faster, no longer letting me control the speed. I kept licking and sucking, and I could feel him trying to hold it back, until he just couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed my face into him as hard as he could, and I sucked harder. He came, and I felt his cum slide down my throat, and, after what felt like forever, he let go of my head, and I could finally breathe.

Did I do good, sir? I asked, looking up at him as he leaned against the car, completely drained.

Yes, babygirl. You did good. Now stand up.

I shot onto my feet and brushed off the dirt and gravel off of my legs. I stood in front of him, waiting for my next instruction. He pushed himself away from the car and walked around me, circling me like a predator. I kept my eyes ahead, trying not to let my eyes follow him, and, once he was behind me, he shoved my face first, into the backseat of the car. Before I could react, he had raised my ass into the air, spread my legs, and shoved two fingers into my pussy. He thrust in and out of my a couple of times, before using his thumb to rub my clit as he pumped, like he had before. It didn’t take long for me to start throwing myself onto his fingers, desperate for him to go deeper. It also didn’t take long for me to start shaking and pulsing around him. He waited until I was almost ready to cum before pulling out of me. I let out a loud, disappointed groan.

What is it? Why do you sound disappointed baby girl?

Nothing, Daddy, I just, I just thought that I was gonna get to cum, I stuttered.

Oh, is that so?

Yes, Daddy.

Oh, no, the poor baby. I guess I’ll have to make it up to you then, won’t I?

Before I could answer him, he already had his face between my legs, his tongue buried in my pussy. He licked me all over, eating me like it was the first and last time that he ever would. Soon enough, I started shaking all over, getting close to the edge again.

Cum for me, slut.

I started shaking harder.

Now.

As soon as the demand left his lips, I lost control of my body. I spasmed, feeling his juices leave me. I came, maybe harder than ever before, just like he had, and was left feeling just as drained.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vrqmz2/the_weekend_part_1_mf