Hardcore

Keywords: Weekend, Ch., Treat, 02, Double,

After everyone had left I found out that Wolf had rented the log home for the weekend. With all of the "guests" gone, I was able to relax and enjoy a hot shower, wherein Wolf spent quite some time scrubbing me clean. He paid attention to every nook and cranny – so to speak. As he soaped me up under the hot spraying water, he used the lather to caress my skin, gently massaging every inch of my body. I noticed that he was careful to leave my nipples alone, intentionally letting them recover from the use and abuse of the night we'd just enjoyed. Although I had been thoroughly fucked, both front and rear, no hint of soreness had yet developed. I knew that I might be a little sore later, but I also knew that if I kept fucking throughout the weekend, the soreness wouldn't set in until Monday morning.

It was a wonderful feeling to have my new lover so carefully cleanse my body… his fingers very carefully cleaned my outer pussy lips, and in between the inner and outer folds. I was glad that he kept all soap from entering me, but noticed that he spent a great deal of the hot water rinsing every part of my sex. Several times I felt him holding my vagina open so that the hot water could spray up inside me, helping to clean out the congealed cum like a modified douche. I felt his fingers work at my puckered backdoor too, soaping and softly rubbing to wash, and then the jets of hot water to rinse away the soap. By the time he'd finished giving me a bath (in the shower), I felt as clean as I had the morning before when I was fresh out of my shower at home.


Thinking of home reminded me of my husband; silly man. I love him to death but he had no idea of what it took to sexually satisfy me. I fleetingly wondered what his reaction would be if he knew his suburban housewife had enjoyed eighty-two loads of cum and being used as a sex slave for an entire night. A heart attack? Divorce? Maybe he'd be turned on and want to watch or participate… Nah, probably not that.

After the shower, Wolf dried me off as carefully as he'd washed me. He cooked me a wonderful breakfast that was really more like brunch, and then he took me to bed. There we snuggled and fell asleep. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I laid my naked body down next to his. His cock was semi-erect against me, but as much as I wanted it, my mind was already drifting into wonderful dreams. In those dreams I was surrounded by well-built, well-hung and very fit young men who would use and pleasure me for endless hours.

I woke up to find that it was late afternoon. Wolf was still snuggled beside me, but he was also awake. I had caught him watching me sleep. When he saw that my eyes were open I felt his hands begin to move over me… caressing my hip… feeling my sex… running across my belly… cupping a breast… and then pinching / twisting my left nipple. The gasp of pain that escaped me was mixed with a deep groan of pleasure, and the orgasm that swept over me was purely due to his continued assault on my nipple. After my first orgasm passed, I saw him smiling, and then felt his hand move to my right nipple… and the painful pleasure began again.

After my second orgasm, I felt his hand leave my breasts, to run down between my legs again, this time to find a pussy that was freely flowing my sex juice. My lips had swollen in the course of my two orgasms and my body was crying out to be fucked again. There was no way I could express to him in words just how much I enjoy having my body controlled like this; driven to become a lustful animal craving use; I wanted his fingers, his cock, his tongue… in any orifice I had, as hard as he could, for as long as he could. I wanted to feel his cock impale me. I wanted to feel my pussy stretched open and fucked deep. I wanted to feel every vein of his thick manhood as it penetrated my ass and forced itself into my depths. I wanted to feel his hips slamming against my pelvis; against my ass cheeks; or even against my face as he drove his length into my throat. I simply wanted… needed… to feel his cock entering me somehow; some way. He gave me what I wanted.

Once he felt how wet I was, he promptly knelt between my wide spread thighs, grabbing the backs of my knees to push my legs back even higher and wider – so far that I felt my hips straining. Looking down between us, he angled his hips to line up his swollen purple cockhead at my pussy… and then sank his length into me in a single stroke. No gentleness; no softness. One minute I was empty and the next minute his erection was plunging into my heat, banging against my cervix; delivering sweet delicious sexual pleasure to the center of my being.

Releasing my legs for a moment, he grabbed both my hands and put them onto my chest. I knew what he was telling me to do – though he was telling me without words. My own fingers began to pinch, twist and pull my nipples, adding to the pleasure that was overflowing in my cunt. With his hands once again forcing my legs apart to the point of causing my hips discomfort, his cock pistoned in and out of me so fast that I lost track of what was the pleasure from his entering me, and what was the friction of his length leaving me. In and out lost meaning. My insides felt like a jack hammer was vibrating them and my pelvis was on fire with a heat that steadily spread from my pussy.

After several more orgasms – to be honest I lost count – I felt his cock swell and twitch inside me as his cum jetted against my vaginal walls. I loved the hot feeling of his semen spreading into my womb and once again I felt complete. As he came deep inside me, I came around him and together we made the universe cease to exist.

Then his stroking slowed… and reality returned… and my breathing began again. He pulled his cock from within me, and I immediately felt his hot cum flowing out of my pussy, across my asshole, to puddle on the sheets beneath me. I felt him move and opened my eyes to see his cum and pussy juice covered cock mere inches from my mouth. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it to. I opened my mouth as far as I could and reveled in the combined smell of our sex as he fed me his juicy stick. I swirled my tongue around it; I sucked it so hard that my cheeks hollowed; I swallowed all that I could get off of, or out of, it and then sucked some more. When it was finally shiny clean, he pulled it away from me.

Leaving me on the bed he took a shower and then ordered me to do the same. We packed our bags and left the log cabin. In his car he ordered me to put a blindfold on and then he made sure I was seatbelted.

The ride took about four hours I suppose. I slept for portions of it. I woke twice to the feeling of his hand on my chest, tweaking a nipple or squeezing a whole breast. Twice I woke to the feeling of his hand moving between my legs, caressing my pussy that was exposed under the skirt I wore. I had on no panties, in compliance with his orders. He let me take the blindfold off when we stopped for dinner, but he made me put it back on again before we got back on the road. I didn't recognize the restaurant we ate in, and I saw no street signs, so I had no way of knowing where we were.

When we arrived at our destination, a hotel I later found out, he left me blindfolded in the car for a few minutes while he checked in. In our room he finally let me take the blindfold off. The hotel room could have been in any hotel in the country, and I assumed we were in the city we'd originally agreed to meet in. Wolf asked if I wanted a shower, and I declined. I still felt fresh and was eager for more sex. I assumed that we were going to spend the evening and night together exploring each other in every way… little did I know.

He ordered me to change my clothes, laying out a leather outfit for me. It was comprised of the shortest shorts I'd ever seen, and a halter that clasped in the front with a single button. The shorts, when I put them on, separated my pussy lips in the front, and rode so far up my ass that the bottom half of my cheeks were spilling out. My chest barely fit into the leather halter, and the rough material made my nipples very erect. That only added to the friction and increased my pleasure just from the simple act of breathing.

In addition to the black leather shorts outfit, Wolf handed me a pair of four inch spike heeled shoes. I would have called them "Come Fuck Me Pumps" had I been discussing them with a girlfriend. Dressed thus, I was surprised at the last item he gave me to put on. It was a soft leather mask that cover my face and clasped both at the top and the bottom. Although it completely covered my face from chin to forehead, the eye holes were generous; the nose covering was not tight; and the mouth hole was large enough that I could open my mouth wide and not get leather on my lips. Essentially, the mask kept me from being identifiable but that didn't cross my mind right then. When he was satisfied with how I was dressed, Wolf extracted a promise from me: the promise was that no matter what I saw outside the hotel room door, I would do as he instructed. I promised, wondering what I'd see that he thought might distract or bother me. My pussy was wet with anticipation of whatever he had planned. My memories of the night before flooded my mind and I couldn't help wondering, and hoping, if he had something similar in mind. I was soon to find out.

Wolf's version: Peggy looked quite the tramp in her black leather "fuck me" outfit and those pumps. The mask was important and I'm glad she didn't resist me about it. I knew that as soon as we stepped out of the hotel room she was going to get a little worried, but I also knew that she had expressed another fantasy I wanted to fulfill – and this was the only way I could think of to make it happen.

Hand in hand we stepped out of the hotel room, onto the exterior balcony walkway. Within two or three steps she saw the hotel sign, looked in both directions and then knew where she was. She froze for a second on the realization that she was in her own hometown.

Keywords: Weekend, Ch., Treat, 02, Double,

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