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CHAPTER 9C: FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT THE ESTATE

Returning to the three men, Mr. Rodriguez gave my bare ass a rub and pat. He then looked to Tim and said, “Thank you for coming, Tim and Michele. I think you will experience a wonderful weekend. That is certainly my hope. The grounds and house are yours to enjoy. If you wish to leave the estate, Anthony will take you anywhere you want and make recommendations. Do I need to remind you of the rules when you are on the grounds, Michele?”

I responded immediately with slightly lowered eyes, “No, Sir. While within the estate, inside or out, I will remain naked and available for you, your dogs and anyone you and Tim agree for me to be available to.”

“Very good, Michele. Come you two, let me show you the grounds quickly and the house.” With that he took my arm and led Tim and I around. He walked around the side of the mansion to the back. The grounds were expansive with well-groomed lawn over nearly the entire property to the tall fence surround the estate. Of course there were plantings, gardens, fountains and quiet sitting areas positioned artistically throughout the property. Workers were evident tending to various sections of the grounds.

In back was the pool, massive for a private pool, and a patio around it that was stunning with planters brimming with growing flowers native to the environment and beautiful sculptures at the four corners. Lounges and chairs were arranged around the pool to allow good sunning throughout the day. A small filmy cloth sun cabana shelter with lounges was placed nearer the mansion. Closer to the mansion was a large, fully equipped grilling station for outdoor dining.

He then took us inside. Just inside from the patio was what we would call a family room (massive) with a very large wall TV screen, sofas and chairs, wet bar and pool table. This was the room I performed in the last time I was here. Being dark I didn’t realize what was just outside. We had already seen much of the downstairs rooms the last time. He took us up the expansive stairs going to the upper floor where the living quarters were. He identified his suite and then took us to the suite we would be using. Upon entering I was overwhelmed by the size. It was a suite, also. We entered into a sitting area with couch, chairs and lounge. It had its own large wall TV and balcony overlooking the pool area. The next room was the bedroom with a king sized poster bed and canopy. He showed Tim where he could unpack his clothes and showed me the large closet that was full of clothes that appeared to be my size and a large dresser of nighties, underwear, stockings, and other intimates.

He explained, “When my wife died, I had her things moved in here and this room was never used. I just couldn’t take the final step and get rid of her things. Most of the things you will find in here were things she seldom wore. She had so much. She could buy clothes. The worn things, things she wore gardening and playing that showed use, I did donate to an agency on the island. These were almost like new and I just couldn’t. This room was decorated that way she liked. I changed our suite to my style sometime after she die. When I met you two and saw you, Michele, I was stunned. You are really very much like her. And it just seemed right that you two should use this suite. You are clearly so in love and so giving, just like her. Your spirit matches hers.”

Tim said, “Mr. Rodriguez, this is magnificent, truly, but we would certainly be just as comfortable in a small room. You’ve kept this room in her memory and it is beautiful. Are you sure you are ready to give that up?”

I agree, “Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, this is a wonderful gesture, but you really don’t need to give up this room.”

He responded, “First, enough Mr. Rodriguez. Every here uses Mr. R. I would like you to, also. Second, I have thought this through. I feel a connection to you two and I feel you do, also. Otherwise, I don’t think you would be here this weekend. I am ready for this transition. I feel like our relationship could be going someplace very enjoyable and worthwhile. This weekend will tell all of us if we are right or it was just a fun diversion.”

Tim said after exchanging looks with me, “We agree. You are right; we would never have come if we didn’t also have a strong feeling about you and the potential for a mutually beneficial relationship going forward. We certainly would never had agreed to Michele traveling and being restrict to full-time nudity for the weekend without confidence in you and your standard for trust and honor. We truly appreciate you allowing us to use this room. Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you, Sir.” I took the couple of steps to him and kissed his cheek. His hands went to my side and stroked up and down my sides. Touching the outsides of my breasts and my hips. “And I trust you will allow me the opportunity later to provide you much more than that simple kiss to show our gratitude.”

“Don’t worry, Michele, you will find this weekend to be enjoyable for all involved. Now, it is early afternoon. The time is yours. If you want to leave the estate, you should be able to find some sundresses or sporty outfits in the closet. If want to stay here, the entire staff will certainly enjoy having your naked body nearby. Tonight, we will dine with the staff. It will still be semi-formal, but just the live-in staff. Dinner will be at 7:00 PM. Is there anything else for the moment?”

I looked at Tim and then to Mr. R, “Well … Sir … I was wondering … I didn’t see the dogs anywhere around the estate.”

“Of course! They are sometimes left in the kennel. That was the building toward the back, out from the pool area in back. When the grounds people are working it is easier to sometimes keep them kenneled. Even though they are very well trained, an open gate can be quite a temptation to wander. But, if you are wondering about taking them out and playing in the yard with them, just let Anthony know and he will have the gates secured. Is that your question, Michele?”

With a little hesitation, “Yes, Sir. If it would be alright, I would like to greet them. I feel like I know them and … well … they are good dogs.”

“Michele, I will let Anthony know as soon as I leave here. And, they will certainly like to see you again. And they will remember you, my dear. It isn’t like they have the opportunity to mate with women. You took their human virginity, my dear.”

“But, they were so confident and knowing on the beach. I was sure they were experience.”

“Ha-ha, no, they have been mated with other dog bitches. They are quite in demand because of their papers and features. But no, you were their first. They really did take to you, though, didn’t they?”

Blushing now, “Yes, Sir. They took me very well, indeed. Both times.”

When Mr. R left the suite and closed the door behind him, I walked slowly to Tim stepping out of my heels as I did. When I got to him, I pressed myself up tight against him, hugged him, feeling him close. I looked up at him, “Sir, I know I will be getting used well this weekend for the enjoyment of many; some that I have now met and others I will not meet until tomorrow night. And maybe a submissive should be satisfied to know that. And I know for me it is not about my pleasure but others. But … right now, I really want you. I need to have you, please you, early rather than later. Is that okay? I will do anything you want if you do this for me. No, I will do anything you want, anyway. I know that. You know that. What I mean … I just need you … I want to feel you, to please you. Just you. Here and now. I know you can withhold that and use it as a training, demonstrate your control over your submissive. Sir, you know I will also accept that. I just ask because … I have been doing so well … I think, anyway … you know … in turning over more and more of myself to your control.”

“Michele, you are evolving with amazing steps to fully realize the submissive side that I know, you know, is your core being. And don’t you feel more fulfilled in realizing and accepting that submissiveness?”

“Oh, yes, Sir! I definitely do. That’s why I know you could deny my request as a control demonstration to test me, my resolve.”

“But I also agree with you, my sub. You have evolved extremely well. And I think you deserve a reward for your efforts. Yes, I also want you now. Before the weekend goes any further.”

“Thank you, Sir. What would you have me do for you?”

“Just fuck me. But, don’t let me cum for at least 45 minutes.”

“Yes, Sir.” And with that I started undressing him. His shirt, shoes, socks, belt, pants and finally his underwear. Kneeling in front of him as I took his underwear down, I kiss his cock head. Lick it. Suck the head into my mouth. Releasing it, again, I lick down the underside to his balls. I kiss them first and then suck them and take each into my mouth and massage them with my mouth and tongue. Licking back up to the head and sucking it into my mouth. Deeper into my mouth. I pushed him back onto the bed so he was laying on his back. He moved to the head of the bed and lays with his legs slightly opened. I crawl alongside him and kiss him, deeply, passionately, lusting for his tongue and mouth as if trying to gain access for my very being. Wanting to be with him, a part of him, one with him as deeply and completely as I possibly could. God, I love this man. I get shivers coursing through my body with the thought of him, touching him. As his submissive, I love doing anything he wants. Anything, and I know this in my core because I have complete and utter trust in him. But, as the woman he married to be his wife, I love everything about him. Everything that he is. Not just to and for me, but what this man is and for what he is to so many others. All this was flashing through my mind as I started the process of making love to him while satisfying him as directed.

I moved my head down his body. Kissing him as I went. His chest, each nipple and taking each in my teeth for just a moment, a quick teasing nip and pull. Stretching them away from his body, just a little. Then down his stomach, to his abdomen and finally his cock, again. I sucked him into my mouth, pumping my head and taking his hard, rigid cock into my mouth further and further until he was lodging into the back of my mouth, the start of my throat. I made sure his cock had my saliva on it. I knelt up and swung my leg over his midsection while facing him. I touched myself but knew even before I felt that my cunt was wet inside and out in anticipation of him, pleasing him, wanting him.

I smiled down at him as I settle down onto his crotch, sitting on his cock which was flat against his abdomen. I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, sucked his tongue, bit his lower lip, pulled on it and quickly kissed it as if soothing the bite. Slowly, just the barest of motion, I slid my cunt lips over his cock. His cock lying on his abdomen parted my cunt lips, slippery with my saliva and juices escaping my lips. With each increase in motion I slid my cunt along more of his cock. Looking down I saw what he was watching. His cock parting my lips and sliding the length of his cock from base to the head until the head was covered by my lips. Then back down. His cock not in me, not really. But in me as far as just inside my lips and sliding along him. His hard, rigid cock stroking me just inside and bumping my clit with each stroke. My full, engorged, wet cunt lips surrounding his cock, gliding along it, teasing it to enter me, but not able to. I watched him carefully through eyes glazed by my own lust and craving. I had done this to him before and I knew how stimulating this can be for him. He could not cum, not yet.

As I felt his cock strain even harder and push towards me with more urgency, I slid off him completely and was met with protest. But my instruction were clear. Not for 30 minutes more. So I let him cool off a little. Kissing him, whispering in his ear teasing little thoughts and suggestions, kissing his neck, sucking on his earlobe. Knowing it was keeping him hard, but lowering the intensity of his arousal.

I played this game back and forth. I say ‘I’ because he was passive. He was letting me do this for him, to him, arousing him, but also controlling his level of arousal.

Again, I sat over his rigid cock. Again, sliding several times over its length and teasing the head with my hole. Just as before. But not. No, now I was going to take him into me but the action was the same, slowly sliding along his length, enveloping the head in my lips. Each time sliding a little further so more of my lips slid over and past the head. Until I slid far enough forward on him, his cock, that a slight tilt and lift of my pelvis and he was in me. And at that instant of feeling him pass fully between my lips and into my hole I pushed back and fully penetrated myself on his wonderful cock. Deeply and urgently, in a single thrust. I heard us both gasp at the same instant. Him louder than me reflecting the moment of surprise I achieved. I ground myself against him, forcing him as deep as possible into me. I clenched and relaxed my muscles. Squeezing his cock with my cunt. All the time grinding myself against him.

I raised and lowered myself. Keeping only an inch of him inside before slamming back down. A reverse brutal fucking. Raising, pausing for just an instant, then slamming back down and grinding him into me. Over and over and over. Then … pulling completely off him suddenly as I felt him pulsing and going more rigid. Hearing his wet cock slap against his abdomen. I then took his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked him, cleaning him, worshiping his cock with my mouth, lips, and tongue. Then I moved up, nipping his nipples again before engulfing his mouth with mine and my tongue. Letting him taste my juices from his cock. Again, nibbling his lower lip, sucking his tongue. Then looking deeply into his eyes and smiling.

“It is time, Sir. Are you ready to cum?” I reach down and slide my hand over his cock. “I can feel how ready you are. How rigid and intense your erection is. I can feel how you twitch and jerk at my touch. You are going to cum now, Sir. I will make you cum now. Sir, how do you wish to cum? What hole do you want to use, to fill with your cum?”

“Damn, girl! Just your talking will make me cum. Your cunt. I want your cunt to use.”

With a smile, I kiss him, “Yes, Sir.”

I position myself over him, again. This time I line him up and slowly lower onto him. Slowly, I don’t want him to cum just yet. He is straining to pump into me, but I refuse. I hold him down with my hands and slowly raise and lower my cunt over his insistent cock. Enveloping him with my cunt. Clenching and squeezing him as I rise and lower, slowly at first but quickening after each couple times. Building as I rise and drop until I am just as urgent, needy, driven for his need to climax. I stop holding him down and go with his urgent thrusts up into me. Timing my movements to impact his. As he is thrusting, I am dropping and at the bottom I am again grinding down on him before again rising. But he wants to cum now, needs to, must, has to, demands it. And I give it to him. With rapid and urgent fucking, he has his release and at the same moment so do I. I fall forward and together, locked in each other’s arms, we continue our orgasms. His spurting and twitching cock clamped within my spasming, clenching cunt. And when we’re done, we’ve gasped our last, our organs have twitched, clenched and spasmed their last, we totally and completely collapsed into each other. With some effort he wraps his arms around me, encircling me, holding me to him, out bodies comfortably in full contact, our exhausted organs (his cock and my cunt) still joined. Just as our very beings are, in physical contact and emotionally bonded.

He whispers in my ear as we are embraced in our recovery, “Where did you learn all that? You were amazing … thank you.”

“Thank you, Sir. But I didn’t learn it. I just let myself feel it. Feel my desire, my dedication to please you, satisfy you, and fulfill your wish. My mind separated and my body and imagination took over with a single focus to please you. It is my hope that I succeeded.”

He kissed my neck and hugged me deeply, raised his hips to press his softening cock into me. “You were amazing, love. I really didn’t think you could do it, hold me off for the full 45 minutes, spending the whole time loving me, but controlling my climax.” He kissed my neck and shoulder and softly continued, “I was sure you wouldn’t be able to. That 45 minutes was too long. I was prepared to initiate a discussion about discipline for failing. That will have to be for another time.”

I raised my head up and looked into his eyes, kissed his mouth, searching his face and asked, “Sir, can I ask a question?”

“Of course.”

“When we married, I was an independent, adventurously, playfully, sexual woman. This change that has been occurring in me, dropping much of the independent woman, trading the playful for submissive sexuality, has it changed the way you feel about me?”

“Yes, it has. But not negatively. I loved you so much when we got married. I felt you were the perfect match for me. My sexual challenges to your playful, adventurous sexuality. But as good as that fit felt, it wasn’t perfect after all. This is. The woman, the submissive, you are turning into with amazing ease is the perfect fit for me. I see that, feel it, know it in my core. Michele, yes, it has changed the way I feel but I know that today I love you more, much more, than I ever did. Understand, before I couldn’t even imagine loving someone more than I did. I now know what it feels like to love that much. And part of that love is to see you fulfilled. You are meant to be a submissive. Do you feel that, too?”

“Oh, yes. More than you might guess. This feels so right for me, Sir. Each step gives me a more complete sense of myself, my being.”

“Excellent. Time for us to get moving again. The weekend is just starting. I am going to take a shower and I will then be on the patio.”

“Sir, may I join you in the shower? May I wash you, perhaps bring you more pleasure?”

“No. What are you?”

“Uhm … I … I’m a slut and bitch, Sir.”

“Say it like you know it.”

“Sir, I am a slut and bitch. For you and Cody to get pleasure and satisfaction. And for those with whom you wish for me to also serve.”

“Although the weekend has just begun, you have done well with the slut part. The bitch part, however, needs some attention wouldn’t you say?”

“Perhaps I should shower before going through the mansion.”

“No. The dogs will respond nicely to the smell of your sex.” I shivered with excitement at his words. Crude as they were, I knew the dogs’ reactions would indeed be immediate to my smell and nakedness.

I got up and gave him a kiss. He slapped my ass as I took a step away. I turned and saw him smiling at me. I turned, smiling, too. Planning my next encounter of the weekend. The two dogs.

I felt exhibitionistic walking through this magnificent mansion completely naked, even bare foot, stockings removed. Descending the elegant stairway I could feel my wet and slippery cunt lips sliding against each other and additional seepage from Tim and my recent activities. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Mr. R came out of his study and stood looking at me. Without breaking my stride I walked right up to him, put my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply on the mouth. As my tongue touched his lips and he opened his mouth to allow me to enter, his arms went around me, one hand on my ass, pulling me into his crotch. He was growing hard quickly.

I looked into his eyes, “Sir, I could take care of that for you, if you would like.”

“God, Michele. You are an amazingly hot and exciting woman. But I sense you were already intent on something.”

“Yes, Sir. I thought I would ‘checkout’ the kennels. The gates should be closed by now.”

“The boys will be glad to see you, dear.”

As I continued on my way, I received yet another slap on my ass. This one was harder, but felt just as good.

I walked out onto the patio and stopped, stretched out my arms and basked in the warm sun. I scanned around the estate property and focused on the kennel building towards the back of the property. Feeling totally alive I set off for the kennel at a jog across the well-kept lawn. I was very aware of my body as I jogged. My bare feet on the grass, the muscles in my legs, my breasts bouncing and swaying, my long hair flowing behind me. Yes, I was very alive. Every muscle fiber, ever blood cell coursing through my body carrying oxygen with increasing need the further I jogged. I loved the feeling of my body working, muscles contracting and stretching, lungs filling, arms pumping to an even, smooth stride. And I could do it naked. In the sun, with moist, ocean air surrounding me.

I slowed as I approached the kennel and coming to a stop, tested the door and found it to be unlocked. I stepped inside. The openings between the outdoor and indoor kennels provided enough light to see the area easily. Both dogs came to the inside door with my entry. As I stood next to them, they seemed excited. I wondered, did they remember me or was it the recent sex they could smell on me? I opened both kennel doors and let them out. They came to me as I knelt down to greet them. They eagerly accepted my loving them with rubs and scratching behind their ears. I stood up and they started sniffing the air. Okay, so now they smell me. They both circled me and almost as if timed one was at my front and the other at my rear. I wanted to be outside but I was going to have to run for it or I was going to be theirs right there on the concrete floor. I pushed through them, forcing my way with my thighs pushing past their insistent sniffing and licking. Getting back to the door was a chore. Getting the door open and me out was more difficult.

Taking hold of the door knob I pulled the door open, forcing myself through them. Once opened, I ran for it. Literally. Sensing the dogs on my heels, I let out a screech of laughter and joy. I glanced behind me and saw the two dogs charging out of the kennel after me. I surveyed quickly for something to use for a dodge. Not to escape, no, I wanted them as much as I was sure they wanted me. But something to make this a chase ending in reward when they finally got me. While surveying the immediate options I notice Tim and Anthony standing on the patio watching me. I waved to them but darted to the side before I saw their reaction as the dogs got closer. I spotted a large tree I thought I could reach and get around to stall them briefly. This was real running, not jogging, and my lungs and legs reminded me of that. Also, I was sure the guys were very much enjoying the wild, erratic bouncing of my breasts. As I got to the tree I made a quick U-turn around it hoping to prolong the chase but instead ran right into one of the dogs. The damn things split and one went on each side of the tree.

The collision sent me tumbling to the ground and again squealing loudly as both dogs descended on me at the same time. My legs, arms, and body flailed in hopeless attempts to regain my feet. But I finally succumbed to their insistent attention. I was being licked from head to thighs. I gave up completely and lay on the ground enjoying the licks. When one found my cunt, I moaned. I looked up and saw the other dog almost on top of me. His cock was half way out already. I looked down to the one licking my pussy and saw that his cock was in the same condition. Time to get this going.

I once again forced my way to turn over and got up on my hands and knees. The dog that had been licking me, did so again but then got the idea and mounted me. The other was still standing nearby. I called him closer and made him lay down. I crawled the foot or so that separated us, knowing the dog mounting me would follow. About the time I was dipping my head the other one found the mark on the fifth thrust and was in me. I took the others cock and proceeded to start licking and sucking the tip. As the dog behind me was fucking me vigorously, I was sucking the other cock with as much vigor (perhaps not the same speed – dogs are insane with their fucking -, but certainly with intensity). As the knot was forced through my lips, I took my mouth from the cock and cried out. And went right back to the cock. As the dog in my cunt started cumming inside me, I rocked back violently as he spurted which sent me into my own orgasm. I kept my mouth on the cock but my attention was definitely diverted for a period until I started settling down. The dog turned and now we were ass-to-ass while tied. Now I had to devote myself to the cock remaining to get him to cum, too. I continued to rock back and forth on the knot and was quickly approaching a secondary orgasm when I felt the cock in my mouth tense and shake. I braced myself for what was to come, a lot of cum. God, dogs can produced a lot of cum. As I have learned with my frequent times with Cody, proper anticipation is everything if I was hoping to take all of the cum delivered. I stroke and massaged his balls as his cock started spurting in my mouth. I swallowed as quickly and frequently as I could. Even so, it was just too much and some cum escaped my mouth between my lips and the cock. Just then, the knot popped out of my cunt and I fell to the ground. I crawled to the dog I just sucked and finished him, cleaning the remaining cum escaping. Then I crawled to the dog that so wonderfully fucked me. I moved his head and clean his cock of our mixed juices.

Finished with that I collapsed, arms and legs outstretched on the ground. I thought I heard clapping from the mansion direction. I lifted my head and looked. Tim, Anthony and Marie were standing at the edge of the patio clapping and now whooping their approval of the show. I smiled and fell back to the ground but raised a hand and waved to them. That’s when the dogs started getting weird. I sensed them moving and heard them whimpering and softly barking. I looked at them puzzled and noticed they both seemed to be looking at my legs. The sun on my body felt so good while still recovering from that beautiful orgasm. I just dropped my head back to the ground. The dogs are still acting strangely and their barks and whimpering are getting more urgent. Then I feel something between my legs, tickling on the inside of my thighs, moving up towards my cunt, then I feel the tickling on my lips. Wondering what could cause this feeling, wind, grass moving, no the grass is too short. When I feel something push just inside my open cunt lips, this doesn’t seem right, something else is happening.

When I raise my head to look, I see a three foot snake flicking its tongue on my lips, slightly pushing its head into my cunt, in – out – back in, constantly flicking that tongue. Although I tense noticeably, the snake seems harmless and curious. When the dogs start barking more loudly and insistently, the snake moves suddenly, causing the dogs to go crazy. I raise one arm and wave furiously toward the mansion. I glance over and only see them waving back. Now I am getting beyond nervous and getting scared. I try moving back away from the snake. It moves with me and flicks that tongue onto my engorged clit. I see its mouth open and I try to move but am too slow in this position. It strikes out and bites onto and holds onto my engorged and protruding clit. I scream like I never have before. The dogs start barking and bouncing back and forth. My scream and the dogs finally get the attention of the guys and they are now running out to me.

Tim gets to me first but before he does my screams of surprise have turned to moans as the snake’s mouth and tongue work on my clit, constantly squeezing and flicking, both sensations occurring simultaneously. My hips rise as the sensations overcome my fears and the strangeness of the situation. I feel the snake wrap itself around my raised leg and continues to hold onto my clit. I am moaning and shuddering. Strangely reacting to the physical stimulation while my mind is repelled. I overhear Anthony explaining to Tim that the snake is not poisonous, that there are no poisonous snakes on the island. Tim moves behind me and holds me tightly, whispering reassurance into my ear. Anthony moves in to take the snake and force its jaw open. He throws it into the trees and the dogs chase after it. I fall back into Tim and start crying. He holds me tightly with one arm around my front while the other strokes my hair, giving me soft kisses to the cheek.

By now Mr. R, Marie and two groundskeepers are there, all drawn by my screams. I try to cover up but Anthony insists on inspecting for injury. Despite my earlier comfort with being naked, the current situation, Anthony’s examination of my cunt and clit, and four other people’s attention singularly focused on that same area of my body, I am now thoroughly embarrassed and blush from head to toe. Noticing my discomfort, Tim and Anthony agree that further examination and treatment could be more private. They both help me up just as the dogs return from their flying snake chase. I look down at them and scold, “Fat lot of help you two were! Instead of sitting there whimpering you could have tried to do something. Guard dogs, my ass.”

Tim smiles indicating to everyone that I am okay. He recognizes when I am truly angry.

Anthony touches my shoulder and says, “We’ll go inside to finish up and take care of any treatment.”

“You’re a doctor now, too?”

Marie offers, “Michele, honey, Anthony had extensive training in field medical procedures as a Ranger in the Army. He takes care of many medical situations here until we can get the person a doctor or clinic.”

“Inside we can properly and privately more thoroughly inspect, clean and treat, if necessary. I want you to go to the third room on the right on the second floor while I get the medical case and meet you there.”

Marie starts to say something but Mr. R stops her. There a looks exchanged but nothing else said. With Tim’s help I walk back to the mansion. He walks me up the stairs and stops. I look at him. He says, “No, I think having one man in your crotch is enough.” Looking into my eyes, he smiles and kisses me. “I want you to follow the ‘doctors’ instructions completely. Do you understand, Michele?”

Recognizing his instructions, I respond appropriately, “Yes, Sir. I will follow his directions.”

Tim turns and walks down the stairs. I move down the corridor to the third room on the right. I turn the door knob and open the door. It is Anthony’s bedroom suite!

I step inside, leaving the door open. The suite is the same layout as the one we are using. But while ours overlooks the pool and patio in back, this one overlooks the front. I walk to the windows and out onto the balcony and look out over the entry drive and the gate in the distance. I hear someone enter, turn and see that Anthony has arrived and is carrying a large medical case. He comes up to me and asks, “How I am feeling, now?”

“Fine, but thoroughly embarrassed. I think I was more traumatized by what happened than actually hurt.”

He steps back into the room, “Well let’s just make sure. I want to check you over better, make sure there isn’t any broken skin that could be infected. Why don’t we go into the bedroom where you can get comfortable?”

I lay down in the center of the bed. He spreads my legs wide and feels around my cunt, the lips and my clit and hood. He sighs in frustration, “I need a much better look. Pull your knees up to your chest and hold them spread.” After doing that, I am fully and totally exposed to him, but I do as instructed. Tim made it clear that I was to follow his instructions and cooperate with his treatment of me. He touches me, sliding his fingers along my cunt lips, several times up and down. Then he parts my lips, slides his finger just inside between the lips. I am wet, I can tell by how easily his finger slide along me on the inside. Then he pulls the hood of my clit, exposing it and with the tip of his finger he touches my clit. Rotating the nob, pressing, rubbing. I immediately respond to the manipulation … secreting more from my cunt, lubricating instinctively in anticipation of penetration. I moan, sigh, and gasp at his touches, unthinking, just reacting. Then he takes his finger away and my groan is one of protest. He looks down at me and smiles. He is reaching into the medical case and rips open several sanitizing pads. He carefully cleans around the outside of my lips. Then he pulls each lip out, stretching it open and gently cleans the inside and outside of each lip. With another pad he does the same to my clit. First cleaning the outside of the hood, then pulling the hood back, exposing my clit nob and gently cleans it, again, and again, and again. Oh, God, that feels so good. I know I am reacting to his touch. I know he can see me becoming engorged and stimulated. My cunt is seeping more, my nipples are hard and standing out from my breasts. My breathing is more rapid, my chest and stomach rising and falling with my deep breaths. My breaths catch and I freeze as his touch sends an electric signal from my clit throughout my body, my cunt, my nipples. My mouth opens with a soft moan and gasp. My toes curl as my legs tense. I am quickly going beyond just aroused, I am becoming extremely arousing. Then he stops, again.

He is backing off the bed but his eyes remain on my. Me, laying out in front of him, legs spread wide and my knees pull up to my chest. Fully and completely exposed to him. As his eyes shift up to meet mine, I see it. Lust, desire, demanding. He finally turns his eyes and his expression is one of mustering supreme effort and will. He walks into the bath. I hear him turn on the water, opening and closing drawers and doors and then return to stand at the side of the bed. His hand is stretched out to me. He says, “I need you to soak for a while to make sure it is cleaned.” He takes my hand and leads me into the bath room. It is just like ours, huge. The tub is deep and long and is also a Jacuzzi. He tests the water, makes an adjustment to the temperature and swirls the water to distribute and mix it. Apparently satisfied with the temperature, he turns the water off and turns the jets on. He makes some adjustments to two of the jets. Then, he surprises me and strips himself and gets in. He readjusts the same jets so they are targeted at his crotch. He is already hard. He puts his hand out for me to join him. “I need to be sure you’re cleaned.”

I step into the tub and look down at him, “How do you want to do this?”

“To be completely cleaned, I need you to keep your legs open and exposed to the jets.” He got a big smile on his face and added, “I know …” I look down and he is holding his cock straight up and smiling. I turn my back to him and carefully lower myself down until I feel his cock against me and adjust my position and sit onto his cock with my legs outside his. I feel the jets are flowing right over our joined sex. His hands come up and plays with my breasts, nipples. Periodically, one hand goes down to my clit and his fingers play over my clit, rubbing it, pinching it. His hips begin to rise and push into me. I sit up and with my hands on the side of the tub, raise and lower myself on his cock. In very quick time due to our joint effort and intent, the hot water, and the fast moving water over our joined sex, we both reach orgasm.

We lay in the water recovering in the swirling water. He gently held me to him with one arm under my breasts and the other stroking my abdomen down to my mound. When Anthony’s cock slipped out of my cunt, we slowly got out of the water and released the water to drain. He gently dried me with a large, fluffy towel and quickly dried himself. He led me back to the bedroom and to the bed. He again laid me on the bed, took my legs and bent them at the knees pushed them back to my chest and opened them wide. He said, “Now, for the test that everything is truly okay down here.”

I asked, “After all we’ve just done you are still not satisfied?”

He smiled and chuckled. “Just being sure, Michele. Mr. R wouldn’t want me to shortcut the process.” An even bigger smile this time. “Michele, are you normally able to cum by clitoral stimulation?”

“Oh, yes”

“Good” And with that he begins to work my clit with his finger, just the clit, extensively, and deliberately. Then he moves his fingers along the sides of my lips and back to my clit. Over and over, back and forth between the two. Then he lowers his head and starts using his mouth and tongue on my clit. He uses his tongue to flick the clit and swirl around it. His mouth then engulfs my clit and sucks, then gently bites it and pulls slightly. He begins using both his fingers in my cunt and mouth and tongue on my clit. He is using multiple combinations of fingers, mouth, and tongue on and in my cunt and on my clit until my hips are lifting off the bed in earnest desire for more pressure, opening myself up to him even more to receive even more pleasure from him. I am more vocal now with moans and pleas, begging for more, demanding it. He is playing with me, holding me off, not quite taking me to the promise of an orgasm. Then he finally gives into my pleas and slams two fingers into my cunt, curling them up and searching for my g-spot, while continuing to mouth my clit, sucking it and licking it. I orgasm, powerfully, exquisitely.

Before I am even completely over my orgasm, my cunt still contracting, my legs and body still sending out small quivering and shaking, he encourages me up and leads me on my shaky legs back into the bathroom and I take another bath. This time alone. And, content, satisfied, I doze off.

* * * CHAPTER 9D: FRIDAY NIGHT AT THE ESTATE will follow * * * Thanks for reading.