I woke early. It was rare for me to sleep in regardless of when I laid down. Rachel was curled nearly in a ball in my arms and snoring. I had morning wood and could feel it pressed firmly against her ass and back. I was tempted to wake her with kisses and sliding inside her still creamy pussy. But I decided I would let her rest and managed to extricate myself from the bed without waking her. I grabbed a pair of boxers and made some coffee to ait on the porch.
Liz had sent me a string of messages. How she missed me. How she couldn’t wait to reclaim me. By the end of her messages and pictures ahe was graphically describing how hard she would fuck me in front of Rachel to remind her I was taken.
It did not help my morning wood in the slightest. So I sent her a few messages in response with a couple of pics meant to make her just as horny when she woke up.
Then I considered some of the plans for the weekend and finally turned to waking Rachel up. I decided on wickedly sweet. I rummaged in my fun bag for a minute then climbed back in bed. I started with some oil warmed in my hands and rubbing her back. I massaged from her shoulders to her calves and back up. She gradually started shifting and sighing, then little giggles and moans as my slick fingers partes her lips to gently steoke and tease.
Her hips rocked and her ass lifted as I worked, her own hands lazily clenching the sheets.
I pulled my hands away and slid my oiled up rock hard cock along her pussy. The guttural moan that escaped her made me throb. But I didn’t enter. I took her hands as she slid along me lightly panting and pulled them behind her back. Leaning down to kiss her finger tips. She giggled again and moaned some more. Then gasped as I handcuffed her wrists.
She strained against the silk lined sturdy cuffs. So I smacked her bottom and told her to behave. Then turned on the bullet vibrator. She wriggled and laughed in a tortured voice as it slid along her thighs. She tried to wriggle away. I spanked her and she yelped, a red handprint on her butt.
Then it found her clit and she moaned again. She was so cute and sexy writhing for me. But I still held back. I leaned down and kissed her firm ass. A trail of kisses on both. Then I licked. Little licks that quickly found her tight little bud turning into swirling patterns as she moaned. Her half-hearted attempts to tell me she was embarrassed cut off as my tongue pressed into her ass as the vibrator worked it’s magic.
It was a slow build up. But the orgasm that finally tore from her as my fingers pressed into her pussy and stroked it while I kept tongue-fucking her had her panting and soaking the sheets.
I let my control snap. Gripping her hips and lifting them. A quick spank that made her shiver before I plunged inside. I still had to work to fully enter. But by the time my balls slapped against her pussy she was biting the pillow in aftershocks that wanted to send me over the edge.
One long, slow, deep thrust after another had us both cussing and moaning.
I leaned down and growled in her ear. Asking if she was ready to be my good girl this weekend. She lost it. Screaming in release as I plunged back into her. And then I was there. Here tight grip clenching harder as I rapidly climaxed in her, filling her with cum as I pounded her as hard and fast as I could.
She lay on my chest, the handcuffs thrown aside, sighed and tracing my chest and stomach with her fingers. A short time later we sat on the porch drinking coffee and talking, both in our underwear.
She came up with a safeword, and agreed to be informally collared for the trip. Promising to try and open up and trust me.
After we showered I sent Liz a pic of Rachel dressed and collared. She called and talked to Rachel while I made breakfast.
After we ate we went into town. A music museum, a old writer’s house. Then a hiking trip after lunch. We were having fun and flirting. And occasionally I would pull us aside to make out or for me to tease her until she was breathing heavy. Or I would have her pose for photoshoots that sometimes got risque.
After lunch we went on a small trail. There were plenty of people but I had been to it before. I took us off a side trail less used until we were at the top of a small waterfall.
She hesitated when I told her to strip for me. She didn’t use the safe word. So I smacked her ass and told her she would obey now, it wasn’t a request if she didn’t have a good reason to say no.
Her face was a vibrant red as I took pictures of her in various states of undress. But when she was fully naked, she was also dripping wet.
I pulled out a set of jeweled nipple clamps and a vibrator. She let me put the clamps on, then with some coaxing slowly teased and fucked herself on the slick rock with the water fall back drop. She listened when I told her to change the pace. And when I told her not to cover her mouth to hide her moans or cum yet.
She was begging to cum. I made her wait. Then I had her crawl to me and ask for my cock. Soon she was using both hands and her mouth to work me and I swear she had a mini orgasm at the thrill of it even as I took her hair fucked her mouth. But she kept her hands from her needy pussy and admitted she enjoyed being embarrassed. I gave in. I stripped with her and pulled her into my lap once I sat on the cool rock.
She rode me reverse cowgirl, growing more and more furious. I gripped her throat around the collar and squeezed. She came loudly, still bucking against me until I came in her. And when I held her firmly, lightly tugging her clamps and growled that she didn’t ask permission to cum, she whimpered.
We dressed, with me putting her wet panties and sport bra in a side pocket of my backpack. The cum leaking out of her made a growing wet spot in her very short jean shorts. And the nipple clamps were highly visible under her tshirt.
She would nestle against me when anyone stared at her. I would just hold her tight, sometimes giving her firm ass a squeeze as I told her she was safe but had some admirers.
Back at the cabin I told her it was time for her punishment. Again she whimpered. But she followed along when I had her kneel with a vibrator in her. She obediently pinched and tugged her own nipples with drool dripping past her gag as I sat on the couch behind her, reading a book and controlling the vibrator with my phone.
She would tell me when she was close and I would turn the vibe off. Then start it back up as she whimpered and moaned. I read several chapters before removing the ball gag, having her promise to follow orders. Then I pinned her on her back, her legs around me and kissed her. I removed the clamps and licked her tender nipples as I fucked her again. She came quickly, thanking me breathlessly as her body shuddered. I came and she clenched me, milking me into her.
We showered together and had dinner. Then drove to a live music bar. I didn’t drink but danced with her. We would talk. And at one point she admitted to thinking a few of the scantily clad women on the dance floor were sexy. I told her to go dance with them, making it clear it wasn’t a request. She was shocked. Not because I was commanding her to dance with another woman, but because she wasn’t used to someone not trying to control her and hover. I was telling her to do what she wanted without excuse.
I sat sipping on a can of soda while she danced. Eventually she brought a couple over and we all chatted for a bit. The woman kissed Rachel and she hungrily kissed her back as me and the other man watched in amusement. Eventually the couple invited us to their hotel. Rachel hesitated so I excused us for a moment. I asked her what she wanted. She confided that she didn’t want to but wasn’t sure what I wanted.
I politely declined the couple when we sat back down. They were disappointed but took it in stride and we continued having a nice time.
Back at our cabin we relaxed in the hot tub for a bit. Then I decided to see how much control Rachel would give up. She never backed down. Leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists, blindfolded, headphones on, and gagged. I bound her bent over the coffee table and she had no way of knowing what was coming. I let her sit in anticipation for a while.
A spank had her squeal. A small set of anal beads and a vibrator had her moaning. Eating and fingering her until she was shaking. Only to leave her on edge. She whimpered. But never tapped out.
I freed her arms and legs without restoring her sight or hearing. I lifted her with a yelp and laid her on the table on her back, removing the gag, I climbed on top and 69’ed, fucking her mouth as I ate her until she came. Then tied her like that, gagged her with my cum and drool running down her face and left her to sit again. She writhed and strained. I surprised her. Fingering her until she squirted. Not once, but twice. A short wait later and she was freed.
I told her it was her turn. Because she confided in me at the bar, I was letting her pick the next round. I expected cuddles from the meek little sub. But she had more of her sister in her. She pushed on the couch, and climbed on. She grinded on me and teased. Then she rode me like I was the last fuck she ever wanted. We kissed, we bit. I choked her and she clawed me but she refused to stop until she had milked me dry and soaked me in her cum. We lay on the couch kissing and petting until we slept.
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