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The third rainy day in a row was starting to get a
little wearing. Claire was getting bored with the holiday but you have to
expect wet weather out of season. We were on holiday for a rest as much as
anything else so when I suggested an afternoon trip to the cinema, I
thought Claire perked up and off we went. The sea-side town's only cinema
was a small one, part of a national chain showing the popular
blockbusters. We went inside and sat at the back and by the time the film
started, we realised there was a total of seven people in the auditorium.
The film was not the most exciting and when I placed my hand on Claire's
leg she surprised me a little by moving it higher. We didn't look at each
other, but all the time I was stroking the inside of her thigh under her
short skirt. Claire was starting to squirm a little and when my hand
brushed against the gusset of her panties I couldn't believe how wet they
were.
I turned to look at her but she leant in front of me and put a finger to
my lips. I looked around the cinema but no-one was watching us. Good job,
as Claire now slipped of her seat and knelt at my feet. She carefully
unzipped my trousers and slipped out my stiffening cock. Before I could
respond, she'd slipped my head into her mouth and was starting to lick
around it hungrily.
This behaviour didn't surprise me. Claire was a flirt and an exhibitionist
and this wasn't the first time she'd given me a blow-job in a cinema, but
the previous time was a seedy porn cinema and we weren't the only ones
doing it. What did surprise me was the torch that now shone directly in my
eyes. I turned as a heavy hand was placed on my shoulder. A male voice
spoke quietly but very firmly, "You two - out NOW!"
Claire let me slip from her mouth and stood up.
I quickly stowed away my fastly softening cock and stood up as the cinema
manager shone the torch on both of us. "NOW!" was all he said. A few heads
turned at the increase in noise but soon turned back to the screen. Claire
walked to the end of the row and then up to the back I followed with the
manager very close behind me. He ordered us to turn left up a small flight
of stairs and through a door marked private. We entered and he closed the
door behind us. We were in his office.
"What the fuck do you two think you were doing?" he almost spat out at us.
We mumbled apologies but he was ranting at us about how this was a family
cinema, he could loose his license etc. When he'd stopped, his whole
manner seemed to soften and looking very closely at Claire he said, "I'll
offer you a deal. In exchange for not calling the Police, you give me a
blow-job." He was looking right into Claire's eyes now and I saw her look
of fright. "Come on," he continued. "No one gets hurt and you seemed happy
enough doing it a few minutes ago."
Claire smirked a little and then nodded and said okay.
I started to stammer out an objection but Claire threw me a look that
said, "Lets get this over with."
The manager smiled and turned to me and taking my arm started to usher me
out of the room. I protested but he said he didn't want an audience when I
realised what a physically strong guy he was and Claire didn't seem too
apprehensive I agreed but said I'd be waiting straight outside. The door
closed behind me and I struggled to make out any sound but the background
noise from the cinema was too loud.
I checked my watch. After ten minutes, I was getting concerned. I was
fairly sure Claire would be all right and I remembered a couple of times
when we'd been to some swingers parties and I'd seen her disappear into a
room with another guy only to emerge a short time later with a sly smirk
on her face. I also realised that it was me that had persuaded Claire to
try the swinging scene when she had been nervous at first. Her reward was
to have me as her slave for the following weekend.
I was about to knock on the door when I heard a low moan (from Claire) and
the manager shouting 'Shit, Shit, Shit'. It went quiet and a minute or two
later the door opened. Claire emerged looking intact but with the same sly
smirk I'd seen before. I asked her if she was okay and she nodded but
hurried me out of the cinema. We walked back to the hotel at double quick
time. At the way I was pressing her to tell me what happened. I could tell
this was getting her annoyed but I was desperate to know. Just as we
reached the door of our room she stopped and placing her hands on her hips
said, "If I tell you, will you keep your end of the bargain?"
I knew what she meant and nodded.
We entered the room and Claire sat on the dressing chair and made me sit
on the end of the bed facing her. She told the story of how the manager
(Dave) had perched on the edge of the desk and she'd knelt in front of
him. She'd taken down his trousers and pulled his cock from his shorts.
She said she gasped when she saw it; more than 10" long and about 3"
across at the head. When she started to pull away from it the manager
laughed and forced it into her mouth. She started to lick and suck him and
was managing his length okay when he told her to stop. He stood up and in
one quick movement picked her up and laid her on her back on the desk. Her
short skirt rode straight up and he yanked her panties off in one swift
motion.
She said that she started to protest but as soon she felt the head of that
mighty cock pressing at her lips, it took all her effort to not scream out
loud. As she was describing this, my cock was getting as stiff as I had
ever known it. Claire carried on by saying that she had cum as soon as
Dave had plunged his massive cock inside of her.
He fucked her that way for a few minutes before deftly pulling out and
spinning her over in his powerful arms. He then thrust into her again this
time from behind. When he finally came, Claire said he shot a bucket load
of hot spunk inside of her, pushing her over the edge into her third
orgasm.
Claire stopped the tale in the same matter-of-fact way she'd started it
and looked at me and my straining cock. "Now, are you ready for your side
of the bargain?" she quizzed.
I had agreed, so when she leant back against the dressing table sliding
her bum to the front edge of the chair and opened her legs wide with just
the tips of her heels touching the floor and said, "Clean me!" I didn't
mind.
After our last swingers party, she had made me do the same thing as my
first act of obedience to her. I knelt in front of her and placed two
fingers either side of her swollen lips. I stuck out my tongue and placed
it beneath her crack, near her anus. I then pushed hard and gave her one
big lick no stopping until my tongue was matted in her pubic hair. She
squealed as I did so and I pulled back and made a big show of swallowing
the salty spunk. She smiled at her obedient slave. I carried on licking
for a few more minutes until she came once more. She then lay on the bed
and let me fuck her.
The next day started bright but soon clouded over. By lunch-time, Claire
was eyeing her watch and hurrying me through my food. She persuaded me to
go back to the hotel for a rest. I was lying on the bed reading when she
emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed and with her full make- up on. I
was watching her as she was furtively taking clothes from drawers and
disappeared back into the bathroom.
After ten minutes she emerged. She was wearing a short black leather
skirt, nylons, high heels and a tight white t-shirt that showed she wasn't
wearing a bra. As she was tidying she bent over and I could see she was
wearing hold-up stockings and a very skimpy G-string. I asked her what she
was doing and she said that she was going out and would be back soon. I
started to argue with her but she came and stood next to the bed, her
hands on her hips with her mouth in a firm pout. She leant forwards a
little so that her breasts seem to grow underneath the tight fabric.
She spoke softly, "If you're a good boy, I'll let you have a special treat
when I get back." I started to get out of bed but she pushed me back down
and placed a knee on my chest. I could see her pussy hair around the edges
of the G-string and the way her stockings were now tight across her
straining thighs. She hissed into my ear, "Stay here, don't follow me or
you won't be getting any of this for a while." With that she grabbed my
rock-hard cock underneath the sheet and squeezed it firmly.
I know I'm weak where Claire is concerned but I do worship her and trust
her. She stood up and straightened her clothes. She phoned down to
reception and asked them for a taxi straight away and then left.
Claire was gone for two hours. When the door opened, she found me pacing
up and down the room. She looked dishevelled. One of her stockings was
laddered and (I later found out) her G-string had disappeared. She looked
at me in a mocking way.
She ordered me to lie down on the bed and stood by the side of the bed and
removed her skirt. She quickly straddled me and edged up the bed. Without
a word passing between us, she shuffled up until her pussy was directly
over my face. She placed two fingers outside of her lips and rubbed
gently.
A flood of cum dripped from her lips onto my face. She continued to rub
herself until the dribbling stopped then she sank down and buried my face
up her pussy. I ate her out for over ten minutes until she came. She then
climbed off and went to the bathroom. I heard the door lock behind her and
she emerged nearly an hour later looking fresh and her old self once more.
When Claire came out of the bathroom, she lay down on the bed next to me
and took my cock in her hand. She then described what had happened, how
she had arranged to meet Dave, how he had fucked her three times, with her
climaxing two or three times each fuck. As she spoke, she rubbed my cock
to near climax on several occasions each time taking care not to let me
cum.
She described what Dave did, how he made her strip for him until she was
wearing just stockings and heels, how he sat in a chair and bounced her in
his lap with his powerful arms doing all of the work. She stroked my balls
and asked me if I'd wanked whilst she'd been out. I said I hadn't and she
smiled. She told me I wasn't allowed to rub myself at all for the rest of
the holiday. My pleasure would be hers to give. I agreed as I loved being
controlled by her. We fell asleep like that and didn't wake for several
hours.
When I awoke Carol was gone. I checked the bathroom and then the drawers
to see if any of her 'special' clothes were missing but they weren't. Then
I found the note that said she'd popped to the shops and would be back as
soon as she could. I showered and prepared myself for the evening. I was
in the bathroom when Claire returned and I deliberately hid from view. She
popped her head around the bathroom door but didn't see me.
She returned to the bedroom and put her shopping bags on the bed. I could
tell she was excited as she took her purchases from the bags. I couldn't
believe my eyes at what I saw. She had bought (or so it appeared) the
entire lingerie department of a small shop. She was taking out suspender
belts, stockings, garters, teddies, strings of pearls, lace gloves, a lace
choker and two pairs of very high, spiky black heels.
I was getting excited by this but the next bag of goodies nearly blew my
mind. She'd obviously found a sex shop and was taking out some handcuffs,
a vibrator, a leather harness (I think!), a big dildo, and various creams
and other items. She then quickly skipped around the bed and attached four
sets of handcuffs to each bed post and put the remainder of the sex items
in the bedside draw. The clothes she put into the dresser. She then left
the room.
I was quite excited by the thought of what might be about to happen later.
I dressed and only ten minutes later Claire returned carrying some bottles
of booze. She acted as though nothing had happened and this was what she
really had gone shopping for. She insisted on opening the bottle of Jack
Daniels (my favourite) and within a short time I was feeling quite merry.
We hadn't eaten since lunch and I soon realised I was nearly drunk. I lay
down on the bed and fell asleep. I awoke some time later to realise I had
been set-up. I was dressed in a teddy with stockings on my legs and a
suspender belt for good measure. My cock was in a leather harness,
strapped to my thigh pointing at my feet.
I smiled a little wondering what Claire had in store for me. I found out
when only a few minutes later she returned. She was dressed in a long coat
but I could see she had nylons underneath and was wearing a pair of the
'mistress' shoes. She looked at me with a sly grin and ordered me into the
chair. She told me not to speak unless I was spoken to. She paced the room
nervously and my cock started to ache as it strained within the harness. I
looked at myself in the frilly underwear and stocking and was getting very
aroused.
There was a knock at the door. Dave entered and when he saw me he burst
out laughing. Claire turned to him and slapped him around the face. He
stopped instantly. Claire barked at him "There'll be no more of that !
Now, dress in the bathroom with what I've left in their for you and not
one sound. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," was all Dave could muster and he disappeared into the
bathroom.
Claire took of her coat and looked fabulous. She was dressed in stockings
and those heels with a leather corset pushing her tits up until they
looked twice their normal size. She opened the dresser and took out a
riding crop - she was definitely prepared for this was going to enjoy it.
She came and stood in front of me and spoke softly. "When I was at the
cinema, after Dave had fucked me for the second time," my cock strained
and she continued "he showed me one of his favourite films" she smiled as
she said the last word. Claire descibed how Dave had shown her his
favourite porn video starring a dominant woman that was the spitting image
of Claire. He said he would pay her to do the things that the woman in the
video did.
I started to ask what that was but she raised a finger to my lips and said
that I was not to speak and she swished the riding crop lightly against my
thigh. She told me that it was Dave that liked to be treated rough and he
was paying. I was there as an observer and was not to speak. I was dressed
as I was as a way of humiliating me but it would be nothing compared to
Dave. She leant forwards and kissed me softly and said, "Watch and enjoy."
Claire walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. It opened and
Dave emerged dressed in almost the same way as me. Claire then played out
what I supposed was the 'plot' of the video. She made Dave crawl around on
all-fours for a while and then she let him lick her pussy. She ordered him
to kneel on the bed on his hands and knees and when he hesitated she
whipped him quite fiercely with the crop.
I thought I saw Dave smile but I doubt it as his cock harness was the same
size as mine but his cock was most definitely bigger than mine so the
strain must have been quite painful. Claire ran the crop over his bare
backside and then, licking her index finger, rubbed it around Dave's anus.
He tensed a little but Claire continued. She ordered me to get the items
from the top drawer and place them on the bed. I placed a jar of Vaseline,
the vibrator and a leather paddle next to Claire.
I smiled as I placed the large butt-plug alongside the other items. This
monster was 6" long and shaped so that once inserted in the anus it was
difficult to remove. I'd had one used on me at one the swingers' parties
but that one was only 3" long and quite narrow. This thing was huge.
Dave nervously looked over his shoulder at what I was doing but a swipe
with the crop soon told him not to be so inquisitive. Claire opened the
jar of Vaseline and smeared a dollop around Dave's anus. She worked into
his puckered skin and he was obviously enjoying the sensation - mixed with
the discomfort of his constrained cock. He jumped as he head the vibrator
being turned on. It was only small but I was it would prove tricky to use.
Claire rolled it around Dave's bum before pushing the tip against his bud.
An inch slipped in quite easily but as the humming rod grew thicker, so
did the resistance. Claire took her time and slowly but surely 4" was
pushed inside. She worked it in and out rhythmically before stepping back
to slap the end forcing it hard up Dave's arse. He yelped in pain but
Claire didn't care - she was obviously enjoying this. She smoothed his
backside to mollify him but Dave seemed to be in considerable pain.
Claire spoke and ordered me to release Dave's cock harness. As I did so, I
gasped at the size of it. Claire hadn't been exaggerating at all. Dave
grunted as his cock was allowed its' freedom and it swelled even bigger as
the blood was able to pump its' way around unhindered. Dave almost
appeared to forget the plastic cock shoved up his backside so Claire took
the opportunity to quickly remove it and replace it with the butt-plug.
She pushed 4" or so back in so Dave wasn't really aware of the switch. She
ordered me to start rubbing his cock - but not to let him cum. I could
tell Dave was really enjoying this and his cock glistened with pre-cum
juices. I rubbed slowly as Claire gradually eased more and more of the
plug up his anus. She told me to speed up my wanking of Dave and when it
looked like he was coming, she pushed the plug hard until it slipped in
fully, the rubber T-bar stopping it disappearing altogether. Dave came in
long stringy spurts.
Claire ordered me to make sure that none of it stained the bed but there
was so much. My hands were covered and it was dripping through my fingers.
"Well suck it dry!" was her command.
I knelt down and licked my hands clean of the salty cum I'd already tasted
twice before. I angled Dave's cock towards my mouth as he gave one final
spurt, the hot cum stinging at the back of my throat. I kept his cock in
my mouth long enough to ensure my Mistress's wishes were carried out.
After a few minutes, Claire ordered me to sit down again and she let Dave
slump onto the bed.
When Dave recovered, he asked permission to roll-over and look at his
'Mistress'. He said he was happy to have served her and he hoped she would
allow him to visit once more. As he said this, he was wincing in
discomfort as the butt-plug pushed away inside of him. Claire let him get
dressed but instructed him not to remove the plug as she might be paying a
surprise visit to the cinema and it wouldn't be in his interest for her to
find it had been removed. Dave left and Claire slumped down on the bed.
She asked me, politely, to remove 'the silly outfit' I was wearing. I did
so and ran us both a bath.
As we bathed we talked about what had gone on and Claire admitted that she
enjoyed being a strict mistress. I said I enjoyed being a slave but maybe
not to the extent of the punishment handed out to Dave!
We agreed to try the 'sub/dom' roles again when we were home. We kissed as
we dried ourselves but neither of us had any energy left so we fell asleep
quickly. We left early the next day, wondering if Dave had removed his
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