Summer Explorations [F19; M45-50] [D/s] [Mdom] [exhib] [oral]

Katie was enjoying the warm sun on the lounger by the pool. This summer could be worse, she thought. The 19-year-old had wanted to do a gap year after her first year, but her parents insisted she continue college in the fall. As a compromise, they agreed to let her spend the summer with Matt, a close family friend who lived a few states away. At least she got a bit of travel. It sucked being away from her friends, but Matt was pretty cool. His pool was amazing, and she was loving the tan, especially since she could lay out nude while he was at work. He was younger than her dad and almost like a big brother or older friend to her, letting her sip the odd glass of wine at dinner or taking her shopping to the stores her mother did not approve of. Like the skimpy bikini laying on the deck next to her lounger.

Katie closed her eyes, enjoying the warm sun as she let her hands explore. She was petite, with an hourglass type of figure. Small, perky breasts that were perfect on her slim frame. A nice ass, well sculpted by the squat rack. Matt wouldn’t be back from work for a bit, she thought, giggling. She cupped her gorgeous breasts, teasing her hardening nipples ever so slightly as she gasped and enjoyed the sensations. It was a good thing he had a decent sized lot and no nearby neighbors, though the thought of someone watching made her shiver and more than a little aroused. She kept one hand on her breast as her other hand went between her legs.

She couldn’t believe how wet sunbathing like this made her. She loved feeling so exposed, especially after that spa trip Matt had booked for her. She had worked up the courage to get a full sugar treatment. She found her clit and let out a moan as she began exploring herself. With her dad working from home, it was so hard to find moments like this when she went back to visit. Her back arched as she slid her finger between her soft folds, not attempting to stay quiet like she did at home.
She closed her eyes, letting her imagination run wild. *Back to her favorite fantasy, picturing herself at the gym near campus. Late at night, one of the few working out. Enjoying the looks she was getting in the squat rack in her sports bra and leggings. Beaded with sweat, her nipples hard from the air conditioning and the attention.* She slipped a second finger inside herself, writhing on the lounger as her fantasy played out. *Finishing her workout, walking back to the locker rooms to clean up and head back to the dorms. Biting her lip as she paused, looking at the sign directing you to the women’s locker and the one pointing to the men’s.* In her fantasy she always went to the men’s, something she would never dare in real life. Though the thought of it always left the bike seat wet from more than just sweat if she began to daydream in her work outs, grinding a little harder against the seat. *She could see herself in the locker room, the masculine musk lingering in the air. Voices distant as the showers ran. Her fantasy varied. Some days she imagined going back to the showers, others it was the sauna.* She was really going hard on herself, her thighs pressing against her hand.

*She imagined herself leaving her clothes on an empty bench, tiptoeing naked through the locker room. Finding her way to the sauna. She could almost imagine the searing, blistering heat. The smell of cedar and dry, hot air. Always alone at the start of her fantasy, she climbed onto the top bench and laid out. Not bothering to cover up, her skin beaded and glistening with sweat as she parted her legs. Toying and teasing herself, one hand between her legs and the other cupping her pert breasts. As she moaned and writhed on the sauna bench, edging herself in a dizzy high, the door opened as it always did.* Sometimes it was just one, other times it was more. It just depended on the mood she was in. But it was always a black man, a bull. Thick and hung. Well-muscled, and large. Dwarfing her petite frame, his coal dark skin a contrast to her sun kissed lily-white. She had never fucked or dated a black man. She didn’t know why this was such a turn on, but this locker room fantasy was the one that always made her change her sheets. *Three men entered the sauna, she could hear the gravel in their voice. Deep and booming bass as the joked and laughed, taking in the site of the naked girl before them. She sat up, parting her legs and biting her lips with a coy look. They never wasted anytime.* *There was never anything said. It was always a contrast to the guys she hooked up, confident and arrogant. Simply taking her. Large hands around her slim waist, lifting her down and positioning her just right. The first cock easing into her, one hand on her hip, the other cupping her breast. They were never rough but never gentle.* She eased a third finger inside her, it was almost painful, but it only heightened the fantasy. To imagine being stretched by a bull’s cock. *Katie was kneeling on the lower bench, just the right height and position to be taken from behind. The other two sat just above her on the top bench allowing easy access for her head to bob between the two as she put her mouth to good use. The thought of taking two at once, to be fucked from both ends just drove her wild as she bucked on the lounger, her moans filling the air.* Her eyes screwed shut as the fantasy played out in her mind.

She loved that she could really let herself go in what had become an almost daily ritual when Matt was gone. She would edge herself, getting closer and closer before slowing herself down and then resuming her exploration. Each time nearly getting herself to climax before pausing. She loved the anticipation and driving herself crazy. By the time she would allow herself to cum, she was so pent up she would have some of the best orgasms she had ever given herself. *She was in the peak of her fantasy, held up between two of the bulls as they took her in tandem.* It was only in her fantasy that she had ever been DPd or fucked in the ass, though she had a small plug she sometimes used if she really wanted to immerse herself in the fantasy. *She could feel how strong they were, how easily they could lift and hold her. How full she felt, the two large cocks stretching her as she submitted. The third man pouring cool water on the sauna rocks. The room filling with steam, their bodies slick with sweat as the smell of their musk mixed with the cedar. The hissing of the steam, the primal grunts and breathy moans with the sound of skin on skin creating the most depraved chorus in the small room. One man holding her tight by her thighs, the other’s calloused hands on her breasts. Her head resting on the shoulder of one as she gave herself to them.*

She was moaning and writhing, back arched, willing herself to cum and feeling herself get closer. Almost…almost….so close, so close…just about…”Enjoying yourself?”. She froze, opening her eyes to see Matt standing over her enjoying the show she was putting on. Her mind was fogged with the ruined orgasm, the fact that he was watching her. She watched as he carefully took in her naked body, his eyes lingering on her pert breasts, her nipples hard. His gaze going down her body to her smooth mound, glistening and her thighs slick. She completely forgot that she was nude, making no effort to cover up as the emotions flooded her. Without a word he knelt at the foot of the lounger, grabbed her thighs with both hands and spread her legs.

*”Fuck he’s strong”*, she thought biting her lip as the worst thoughts came to mind. There was something about his body language, his presence, that kept her from protesting. She knew she was safe with Matt, despite her current position. She made no effort to resist and laid back as he began to enjoy the taste of her cunt. His tongue darting between her folds, finding all the right spots that had taken her a year at college to really figure out with clumsy exploration. She had never had a guy go down on her, though they were always eager to put her mouth to use. Her hands went to her breasts, teasing her nipples as she rolled them between thumb and finger, pulling and pinching. Matt clearly knew what he was doing. Primal, breathy moans left her mouth as her back arched and toes curled while he brought her back to the climax he ruined. Katie had never experienced anything this intense, not even this summer. Her body shook but he wasn’t done. Holding her tighter, practically lifting her off the lounger, as he continued his explorations. She had always stopped after she finished once, but he had no intention of leaving her at one. Katie bucked wildly as she experienced her first forced orgasms.

Finally, he let go, gently letting her legs down as he stood up and watched her panting on the lounger. He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, then without a word he left her and went inside. Katie lay there, her head spinning. She had no idea how to process the experience but her curiosity, amongst other things, was certainly aroused. She had no idea how long she laid there but finally pushed herself up, her legs like Jell-O as she slowly walked towards the door without bothering to throw her bikini on or grab a towel. Matt was standing at the kitchen island watching her, sipping a beer. As she came in, he didn’t say a word, simply pointing to a drink sitting on the counter. Katie took it, not unfamiliar with the taste of vodka and enjoying the familiar burn to calm her nerves.

As she sipped at her drink, he came behind her. He cupped her breasts softly but firmly, *”Why was she enjoying this so much?!”*, her mind raced. “You want more, don’t you?”, he spoke softly but firmly in a way that drove her wild. The remark punctuated with a gentle but firm pinch of her nipples as he rolled them between his fingers. “FUCK”, she let out in a breathless moan. His manner was so commanding, so confidant unlike any guy she had fooled around with. He was clearly in charge and though her mind screamed *”NO”* the primal lust was making her weak. She nodded meekly as his hand found just the right spot between her legs, eliciting a gasp and soft moan. “When you finish that drink, you are going to go up to my room and I am going to show you how a woman is supposed to be fucked. Understand?” she nodded again, wondering how slowly or quickly she should drink it. He was enjoying her breasts, which was really making her crazy. “Now I want you to finish what you started outside.” Without a word, she put her hand between her legs. Teasing her clit, she let out a soft moan and gasp as she realized how sensitive she was. Matt wrapped one hand around her throat, gently squeezing as the other teased her breast. Katie slipped a finger between her lips as he gently rolled and pinched her nipple. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was letting him have this control. She closed her eyes, enjoying how his hands explored her. How he lightly choked her. She had no idea where such primal thoughts and desires came from, but she didn’t hold back. Her moans filled the kitchen.

She had never cum this much in a day. Both of his hands were back on her breasts, she could feel how hard he was. “One lesson you’re going to learn is that you’ll receive pleasure when I want you too. It’ll be a reward if you behave.” He groped her hard, “When I fuck you, it’s for my pleasure. Understand?” her answer was a loud, breathy moan as she pushed herself over the edge. Katie had no idea who she was. Always independent. Always hating the chauvinistic and misogynistic attitudes. She had started joining the women’s marches and protests led by the College Feminists. But that arrogance, the firmness and command in his voice as he reduced her to little more than a toy, drove her wild. Slowly she sipped at her drink, finally finishing it and setting it down. She was lightheaded, nearly dizzy from both the strong drink and the depravity and intensity she had experienced so far. His hand went to the nape of her neck as he gave her a firm nudge to the stairs. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. The innocent crush on an older man, the raging hormones and desire of her youth. She had never felt this lusty and wild with desire before.

She went to his bed and laid on her back, the only way she knew how after those few times in the college dorms. Without a word he took her hand and made her stand back up. With his hands and only a few words, he guided her onto the bed and put her on all fours. Her legs spread just so, and her hips put just right; Katie felt completely exposed and objectified in the position. He cupped her chin, bringing her head up at just the right angle. A touch at her shoulder blades as she adjusted her posture. It was just on the edge of being uncomfortable and even in her inexperience Katie realized it was his way of asserting control over her.

She could hear him stripping behind her but sensed that it would be a mistake to turn her head and look. Those strong hands held her hips as she felt his cock against her slit, easing himself inside her. She realized he wasn’t wearing a condom, something she was always careful about, but she knew better than to speak up. He was larger than those few guys she had played with. His pace, his rhythm was nothing like she had experienced before. Not overly forceful, but not gentle. It was clearly not intended for her pleasure as he had promised. He had already given her that earlier. She tried to match him but couldn’t and instead resolved to simply submit and allow him to guide her. As she relaxed, she found it easier but still intense. She was surprised by his stamina. Her previous hookups would have finished by now. He leaned in and pulled her head back by the ponytail, eliciting a surprised yelp at another new experience. “It’s going to be a fun summer, isn’t it?” he grunted. Katie’s eyes widened as she let out a breathy moan, her body going wild with a desire she had never felt as she contemplated a summer like this. “You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?” he said in a way that made her practically purr. A loud moan was her only answer. He pressed his hand between her shoulder blades, she took the hint and lowered herself, resting her head on the mattress. Both hands tightened on her waist, he lifted slightly. Just enough that her weight was no longer on her knees. His thrusts became faster, harder. His cock just large enough to make the depth of his thrusts just on the edge of uncomfortable for her. She felt like a doll, a toy, in his grip. Completely objectified, yet she was surprised at how much it aroused her. She had never had sex like this, often having to take the lead or slow the guy down when he was a bit too aggressive. For the first time in her life, she allowed herself to simply submit. She was lost in the moment, so many emotions and feelings coursing through her and leaving her head spinning, when she felt him stop and hold her tight. Her eyes went wide as he finished inside her. Another first for her. She wanted to panic, to yell and scream. She would have kicked and scratched at any frat guy that had done this to her but with Matt there was something different.

He pulled out, leaving her on the bed. Katie stayed in the position, feeling so vulnerable and exposed as the cum leaked from her and down her thighs. He walked away. She could hear water running, curious what he had planned next. He returned shortly, scooping her up and cradling her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, for the first time feeling just how exhausted she was from the afternoon. He took her to the master bath, where he had drawn a hot bubble bath. He lowered her, the water soothing as she laid back and allowed herself to relax. She was surprised when he had her sit up and began to gently bathe her. A soft cloth and the most luxurious soap. It smelled faintly of lavender and roses. The thick lather was silky on her smooth skin as he eased her way down. There was nothing sexual, no lingering touch or groping. He just continued to bathe her. When he finished, he wrung out the cloth and hung it to dry. He picked up a pitcher, dipping it into the water. He guided her head back and poured it over her hair. He picked up a bottle of shampoo and began to lather her hair, massaging her scalp. Katie had never felt such affection, care or tenderness. It was such a contrast to the way he had fucked her, the way he had first taken her out by the pool. He washed the suds from her hair and guided her to lay back. He left and came back with a tray, which laid across the tub. A glass of water, a pot of tea and a single pill. She recognized the Plan B, which she had taken once after a condom scare. She downed the water and pill as he poured her a cup of tea. As she sipped, he kissed her on the forehead. He lit a few candles set out on the counter and turned the lights off, closing the door and leaving her to relax. Katie leaned back, sipping the delicious tea and letting herself melt into the hot water. She had the sense that he would come back, that she was to wait for him.

She had no sense of time, her eyes closed as she worked to process and understand what had happened. She heard the door open and looked up. He turned on the lights and reached down to drain the tub. He removed the tray, setting it on the counter as he blew out the candles. He took her gently by the arm and helped her stand. He held out a towel and she stepped out. The towel was warm, thick and fluffy. Soft against her skin as he gently dried her off. He set the towel aside and reached for a silky robe, helping her put it on. He guided her to a small bench in front of dressing table in the large bathroom. She sat and he picked up a hairbrush and dryer, gently brushing her out. When he was finished, he took her by the hand and led her back to the bedroom. The sheets were turned down. He undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor as he encouraged to lay back in the bed. He brought the sheets up, tucking her in. “I think you need to need to rest, baby girl.” he kissed her again on the forehead. Sleep came easily, the bath having relaxed her and put her at ease, after the afternoon’s exertions.

When she woke, she could smell something cooking downstairs. Moody blues echoed up, one of Matt’s old records he had showed her. She eased out of bed; the robe was hung up on the back of the door. She thought for a minute but shrugged and went downstairs. Matt was sitting in one of his leather club chairs, enjoying the scratch of the dusty old vinyl. He heard her and turned, “Sleep well?” She only nodded. He stood, going to her with another kiss on the forehead. A second on her lips, lingering. “You have a lot of promise. I think you’ll be a fun project this summer.” The way he said it, the objectification, would have made her angry before the day. Instead, she felt herself lightheaded, nearly dizzy, practically swooning. “I bet you’re hungry, dinner will be ready soon. I think we have time for one last lesson today.” His hand touched the small of her back as he guided her around in front of his chair. “I want you on your knees.” He said firmly. She did as she was told. He knelt on one knee next to her. First, he adjusted her legs, guiding her to spread just right, about shoulder’s width apart. Next, he lowered her gently. Guiding her to sit lightly on the edge of her heels. He touched her back, correcting her posture. He brought her arms back, instructing her to hold her arms just below her shoulder blades. Another correction to her posture, guiding her to put chest out just so. “You have such gorgeous breasts…” he mused, gently cupping them before holding her chin and putting her head just so. Like before, the position strained her muscles. Almost uncomfortable. He stood and sat back in the chair. “Very good. You will practice this position daily. Anytime I tell you to assume this position, you will do so without hesitating. Understand?” She began to nod but he put his hand up. “It’s ‘yes, sir’, ‘no, sir’. Understand?” “Yes, sir.” she offered, meekly. “We’ll work on you being able to hold this longer and longer. Today is just practice, I won’t punish you yet.”

He sat back, sipping at his drink. “You’ll have new rules going forward. I cooked dinner tonight. I expect you to cook all meals. Clean the kitchen. Do my laundry and keep up the house for the remainder of the summer. We’ll go shopping this weekend, you need a proper wardrobe. For now, you will only wear what I lay out for you. If I allow you to wear anything. You are to sleep in my bed from now on. I will fuck you when I want. You will not touch yourself without permission. You will not orgasm without permission. Do you understand?”

Her mind raced, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She looked up at him with her eyes, not wanting to move her head. “Yes, sir…”

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