It was a sultry summer afternoon when we arrived at the cabin. We’d been traveling for hours, and we were more than ready to get out of the car and stretch our legs. I’d envisioned a shower and a nap, but when I stepped out of the car, I spied a sign that had me reconsidering.
Clothing Optional Beyond This Point.
The longing in my loins chased away any feeling of fatigue. It was titillating to think about being outside naked, and I didn’t want to waste a single moment of our time here. I didn’t wait for instructions from my very dominant husband. I knew what he wanted.
I understood his expectations, and I was more than happy to comply.
I shimmied out of my tight skirt and ditched the bra and blouse, letting all three garments drop to the ground. Panties? Those are hard to remove when you’re not wearing any.
I stood naked before him; my body in full compliance, but my expression was one of mischievous longing. His eyes drank me in; his hunger for me was obvious as he removed his own clothing, allowing his member to spring free in all its rigid glory.
My eyes darted around, making sure that we were, indeed, alone in the middle of nowhere. The only sound that could be heard was the buzz of the cicadas, though I’d grown up calling them heat bugs—no breeze rustling through the trees; no sounds of cars on the highway. We were truly and utterly isolated. It was perfect!
Without a word, I transformed from a fiercely independent woman into a submissive little redhead whose mission was to serve and please my Master. In the public eye, I was strong and formidable. Out here, where no one could see, I was subservient and biddable.
Why on Earth would I allow a man to take ownership of my body?
A better question would be, why would I not?
Under his touch, I felt every fiber of my being ready to be used and abused. His fingertips teased my body as he made his way slowly to my bare mound. He reached between my legs and slipped a finger between my swollen labia and moaned.
“Fuck, you’re wet. Spread your legs wider.”
I nodded obediently and widened my stance to allow his hand better access to the pussy that he owned.
As he thrust three fingers into my slick wetness, he asked, “Whose cunt is this, slut?”
“Your cunt, Sir,” I answered, shivering with desire.
“Mmm, and it’s ready for me. I like knowing that the anticipation of my using you makes you drip with need for me.”
He wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the effect he had on me. My greedy pussy ached for more than just his fingers and craved his thick manhood. Still, I knew there was a toll to pay first.
I took him by the hand and led him to the cushioned patio chair next to the hot tub. He sat and opened his legs for me, a move so natural it was obvious this wasn’t the first time I had sunk to my knees to worship his cock.
Out of habit, I looked around as if to check if someone might see us. I laughed inwardly, remembering that the whole point of renting this cabin was to be able to enjoy outdoor sex without any inhibitions getting in the way.
Relaxing, I looked up and flashed my seductive look, making him smile.
Gripping his cock, I gave his sac a proper ball washing with my tongue, eliciting moans of pleasure from his lips. There was no need to rush; we had all the time in the world. So, I teased him by licking a path from the base to the tip before taking him into my mouth slowly. His hips shifted as his rigid shaft disappeared a half inch at a time, until, finally, my nose touched his belly.
“Oh, fuckkk!” he moaned. “God, you’re so good, baby!”
Pleased with myself, I continued working him into my throat, knowing that his next move would be to push down on my head.
Never one to disappoint me, he grabbed two handfuls of my unruly red locks and fucked my throat roughly. Obscene, squelching noises made this act even hotter for both of us. He was hard as a rock, and my pussy was literally dripping.
Normally, I get needy and demand to be fucked instead of sucking him to completion. However, with unlimited uninterrupted time, I knew my pussy would enjoy being filled up eventually.
Instead, I continued gobbling him up like a greedy little cockwhore, till he was bucking in the chair.
“God, yes! Take my cock deeper!”
With his dick lodged in my throat and his hands holding me there, I’m sure it would have looked very much to the casual observer (had there been one) that he was completely in charge. Though I’d bet any money that he was thinking the same thing I was, that I’d chosen to please him in this way so that I’d be in control, driving him crazy with lusty need and making him explode with wild abandon.
And explode he did…
He shot his thick load directly down my throat, growling while he fed me his seed.
“Oh, my God, baby, you’re incredible!”
“Mmm, thanks. And that’s just a little taste of what’s on the menu for this weekend. There’s no one out here to disturb with our noisy lovemaking, nobody to hear me scream when you make me cum.”
He grinned. “Well, then, let’s trade places so I can enjoy my meal.”
Within seconds, we swapped spots, and I let my legs fall open, giving him access to my glistening pussy.
But he didn’t rush to the main course. Instead, he took his time, planting soft, wet kisses up and down my inner thighs, nipping playfully along the way. My hips rocked as his hot breath hovered over my wet sex, waiting for him to devour me.
By the time his tongue made contact with my hard little nub, he had me so worked up that I was already halfway to my first orgasm. And when he slid a single finger into my creamy nectar while he nibbled and sucked on my pearl, he took me all the way there.
“OH, HOLY FUCKKK!” I screamed. It was marvelously decadent to let loose and be as noisy with my reactions as I wanted.
“God, yes! Eat my pussy, Sir. Please!”
He laughed at how demanding I was, while still remembering my submissive manners. He obliged me by licking, sucking, and nibbling, adding several fingers to enhance the oral experience.
I came hard again, this time, bucking and spraying my juices, coating his face. Not needing to hold back, I cried out at the top of my lungs, “Oh, fuckkk, yesss! God, yes! I need to be fucked! Please, Sir!”
He moved up to kiss me, sharing my taste with me, which he knows I find erotic. The sweet, tangy flavor of pussy made me needier still.
I thought he’d make me beg more. At the very least, I thought I’d need to suck him hard again. But when he stood, there it was in all its magnificent glory— his fully erect manhood, waiting to impale me.
Without a word, I scrambled out of the chair and stood behind it, leaning forward so he could take me from behind.
“Mmm… such a good little slut!” he murmured. “Always ready for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir. Always.”
“Beg me for it, slut.”
Ahhh, there it was. I’d need to plead after all.
“Please, Sir. Please fuck my pussy. I need your hard cock sliding in and out of me.”
“Go on…”
“I’m your dirty little slut, and I need you to fuck me hard and fast and deep!”
He grinned, grabbed my hips, and entered me in one fell swoop. I gasped and moaned at the intensity of his ruthless fucking, and I purred with pleasure as he used my pussy hard… just as he’d promised on the drive to this gloriously remote cabin.
“That’s right, slut; take my cock.”
And took it, I did!
Hammering into me as if it were his last opportunity to fuck ever again, he rammed into me like a rutting bull. Banging against my cervix with his rigid pole, he had me on the brink of orgasm several times before sending me over.
And when he did, I screamed so loudly that the birds that had gathered curiously to watch our hedonistic mating were frightened away.
“Oh, fuckkk! Oh, God. Oh. My. Fucking. Goddd!”
With one hand on my hip and the other on the opposite shoulder, he continued to thrust until his balls tightened and he emptied himself deep inside me.
We collapsed onto the nearby patio couch, panting loudly, hearts beating wildly.
“Oh, fuck, baby, that was so hot. You are so fucking amazing,” he said when he had finally caught his breath.
“Mmm, you’re the amazing one, Sir. That was incredible. And we still have the whole weekend!”
“Let’s make use of this hot tub so we can relax while I figure out what punishment you deserve for cumming without permission.”
“Which time?” I asked cheekily.
“All of them.”
I grinned, knowing that his punishments always led to more fun.
As we sank into the hot tub, we were startled by a sudden rapping on the wooden column.
“Hey there, folks! I’m your Airbnb host. Just came by to check to see if y’all are getting settled in okay. I waited till the screaming was done so I wouldn’t interrupt anything.”
My hubby and I looked at each other, silently thinking, What the fuck?
Our host continued, “It seems like y’all are enjoying the amenities so far. Gimme a holler if y’all need anything. Anything at all…”
We just nodded and waited awkwardly for him to walk away.
Alone again, I asked, “You didn’t set that up, did you?”
“Nope. I want you all to myself this weekend. Unless you wanted…”
“Nope,” I said, cutting him off. “I only want you this weekend, too.”
“I promise to make you feel like you’ve been fucked by more than one guy by the time we head home.”
“I’m counting on it.”
I decided that I wouldn’t let the host’s interruption hold me back from enjoying the weekend. And if he spied on us? Well, fuck it; let him enjoy the show!
