Drew tried not to show his nervousness.
“How does one go about approaching something like this?” he wondered. “If she say’s ‘no’, then he was going to feel pretty stupid, but if she says ‘yes’, then it would become a question of how far he was willling to take it.
He knew her fantasies, but was she going to be able to enjoy herself if it was really taking place?
He had to try.
“Let’s do something different tonight.”
Anne looked up from her work. “Okay. What do you want to do?” She took a sip of wine.
“Keep drinking,” he thought to himself.
“I mean really different.”
He took a deep breath and gathered his confidence. “I want you to be my slave tonight. You have to do whatever I tell you to do, and if you disobey me, you’ll be punished.”
He braced himself, thinking she’d just laugh and call him a sick-o.
Anne just stared at him for a moment, her face unreadable, and then a small smile appeared on her lips and her eyes seemed to light up just a bit. “You want me to be some kind of sex slave tonight?” she asked.
Sitting up tall and poised, she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table. A look of amusement crept into her expression.
He thought it was a very good sign that she drew closer. He'd half expected her to get up and run.
“Not ‘some kind’ of sex-slave," he softly said as he took a sip of beer, “My sex slave.”
“Well, what do you have in mind?” she asked, again sitting up straight, obviously interested, but suddenly seeming unsure.
“I’m not going to tell you; that would take all the fun out of it. You’ll have to trust me… You know I love you, and this is something I really want to do. I know you are going to enjoy it. I know what you like. You’ll just have to trust me.”
“You’re not going to tell me anything?”
“I will tell you that we’ll be going out.”
She smiled and picked up her wine glass. “Ok, but nothing too crazy. Okay?”
“If we do this, you’ll have to obey me completely, period. Either you’re in or you’re out. There can’t be any ‘in between’ stuff.”
He took a deep breath expecting he’d made an ass of himself. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth.
“Are you in?”
She sat back in her chair and took a big gulp of wine.
“Well…” she paused and looked at him for a few seconds.
“If you are calling the shots, then I can’t be held responsible for anything… I like that.” She laughed, and her expression gave away her excitement.
“Sure. I’m in.”
He felt his cock stiffening. “Good. Go get dressed.”
He stood up with her, and as they walked toward the bedroom he continued. “I want you to wear those sheer black panties, the ones with the flowers.”
“Anything other requests?” she asked looking down at the floor, but with a smile on her face.
“Yes. Wear a dress…and no bra. Also, these aren’t requests. Nothing that I ask of you tonight will be a request. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” Anne said in a whisper, looking into his eyes.
“When we get into the car, it’s ‘game on’. There will be no turning back then.” He kissed her hard. “Do you understand that also?”
“Yes.”
No sooner had they started driving down the street away from their house, when Drew issued his first command. “Lay your seat back.”
She did.
“Open the glove box, slave.”
She found her vibrator waiting for her there. She picked it up and lay back smiling.
“Pull your dress up.”
Anne slowly pulled her dress up above her waist while looking around, afraid someone might see her. Her neatly trimmed pussy was clearly visible through the sheer black material.
Drew had to adjust himself to make room for his erection.
“Leave your panties on," was all he said.
She lay back fully on the seat with her eyes closed, and touched the tip of the vibrator to her sex. She smiled and made a throaty sound; not quite a moan, more an acknowledgement of something delicious.
In a voice husky with lust, he groaned, “Put your feet up on the dash.”
“It’s still light outside, someone will see me" she protested, lifting her head to look at him.
With a quickness that caught her completely off-guard, his hand came down on the inside of her soft, white thigh with a loud smack. They both looked at her thigh as a red handprint appeared. “That fucking hurt” she though, but said nothing. Her sex was tingling now, demanding even more attention.
Neither spoke. She put her feet on the dashboard and spread her legs. Her knees fell open and she placed the vibrator back on her pussy, pressing the thin material of her panties into the crease between her legs. Her smile returned as she closed her eyes and she gave in to the sensations.
As they pulled into the resort, Drew told her to sit up and get herself arranged. The drive had been a short one and she hadn’t had time to work up to an orgasm, which was perfect as far as Drew was concerned.
She didn’t want to cum now either, not with the vibrator at least. She wanted him to make her cum. She wanted a man. She wanted a cock.
He reached between her legs and pulled her panties aside, easily slipping his fingers between her swollen lips and into her very wet pussy. “Good” he thought; he wanted Anne to be wet and lusty all night. The car was filled with her musk, driving him crazy, making him ooze.
“Shall we?” He asked with a grin, pulling his hand away and licking his fingers. He loved the way she smelled and tasted.
He walked around the car and opened the door for her as she checked her makeup and straightened her dress. Drew hoped his hard-on would go down before they got inside.
They walked into the restaurant holding hands.
Drew sat back and surveyed the room as they finished their dinner; meanwhile, the waiter opened their second bottle of wine. Neither Anne nor Drew had eaten much, but the wine seemed to be going down with no problem. She seemed to have a pretty good buzz going and was chatting away, obviously enjoying herself. She even seemed a little giddy. Everything was perfect Drew thought, as long as Anne was enjoying herself he was content.
It was well past nine by now, and the restaurant’s lounge was starting to fill-up with resort guests and the locals who come here to dance on the weekends. Drew noticed that Anne kept looking over at a table occupied by four men wearing United States Marine uniforms.
Two of the men appeared to be in their mid to late twenties, and the other two were in their forties, or maybe even their early fifties. One of the older men was a big black man, about six foot-five and around two hundred and fifty pounds. The other three were all about average in height, but well muscled and obviously in excellent shape.
Anne kept glancing over at them. Who could blame her? With a bottle of wine going to her head and the ‘stimulating’ car ride over, all she could think of was sex. Looking at those four guys, she imagined their hard cocks, and how they would feel in her hands, and mouth and pussy...and her ass. She was starting to get wet again.
“Go ask one of them to dance.” Drew said pointing to the table; basically daring her.
“I can’t do that…”she trailed off.
“Come with me,” Drew said, standing up and offering his hand to her.
“Shit.” She whispered under her breath. She thought they were going over to the Marine’s table, but instead he led her down a darkened hallway that ended in a small room with mirrored walls and a couple of sofas. There were two large, open doors on either side, one led to the ladies room and the other to the men’s room.
“Stay here for a second,” Drew said, and walked quickly into the men’s room.
Anne stood there for a few seconds alone, looking at herself in the mirror. She wore a black sleeveless dress that displayed her long legs nicely. No bra as instructed. She had to admit, she looked very nice…very sexy. MILF she thought and smiled.
Drew reappeared in the doorway and walked quickly up to her in a way that made her uncomfortable. He held out his hand to her without smiling. Hesitantly, she took it, “what is he doing?” she wondered, thinking he looked a little crazed.
He grasped her hand tightly and turned back toward the men’s room and pulled her inside. It was unoccupied.
“Put your hands on the wall, Anne,” Drew said sternly. She turned and did just as she was told.
“Now stick your ass out for me.”
The command came out so husky that it sounded almost like a whisper.
She complied.
He pulled Anne’s dress up over her beautifully shaped ass then ran his hand over the soft flesh. She could see herself in the mirror, her black panties contrasting with her creamy white skin.
He delivered three quick slaps to her soft ass. Not hard enough to inflict pain, but hard enough for him to make his point.
He stood looking down at her reddening cheek and was about to deliver a lecture on obedience, when the big Marine walked in.
The Marine stopped dead in his tracks. Drew was still holding Anne’s dress above her waist, gently rubbing her ass.
“Whoa! Sorry, man” the marine said and started to backpedal, but never taking his eyes off of Anne’s long legs and perfect ass. Grinning and looking a little flustered, he began to make a hasty retreat.
“Wait!” Drew called after him. He heard Anne let out a groan of embarrassment as she stared at the wall; her eyes wide-open in fear.
She didn’t move though.
“What the fuck am I doing in here?” she was thinking. “I should just walk out of here…that’s it, I’m leaving," she thought. But, instead of walking out, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the cool tile wall.
“Sorry about this,” Drew said to the Marine. “We were having some discipline problems and needed to have a talk. You marines understand about discipline, don’t you?” Drew asked, still clutching Anne’s hemline, holding it up so the stranger could take in her wonderful form.
“Yes, sir, we do know about that,” he said, in a throaty whispering. He took a step forward and stopped, never taking his eyes off Anne’s ass.
“As you can see,” Drew said as he pulled her panties below her ass cheeks, the right one turning bright pink. “I’ve stung her right side pretty well. The left side is all yours if you are interested. Three slaps is the limit though.”
The Marine stepped forward and stood very close to Anne, almost touching her.
Drew looked down at the Marine’s crotch just as it made light contact with Anne’s hip. There was a bulge in the man’s pants that looked surreal. He was obviously very turned on, and obviously very well endowed.
Drew also noticed that the room was filling with the Anne’s delicious scent.
“Three, huh?” the marine asked, running his hand over Anne’s left ass cheek. He drew his hand back and brought it back to her ass with a whack. It seemed very loud in the tiled restroom.
Anne groaned and bit her lip. The pain was searing; this guy slapped a lot harder that Drew ever had. His hand came down on her ass again, this time even harder and she yelped.
“Fuck,” she whispered in a way that made it plain that she was not protesting.
The stinging traveled right to her clit and made it tingle in the worst way. She wanted to cum right then and there. She wanted a hard cock.
SMACK!
The third blow from the big Marine was the hardest and Anne cursed under her breath and gritted her teeth, but she also stuck her ass out even further, pressing her hands flat against the wall.
The Marine looked at Drew inquisitively.
“No…that’s enough,” was his answer.
The Marine nodded his acknowledgement, but continued to stand there, gazing down at Anne’s red ass. Drew tugged her panties down further and pulled them out away from her bottom.
That was all the invitation the Marine needed; he gently slipped his hand between Anne’s ass cheeks and down to her exposed labia. He slowly eased his two middle fingers into her.
She bit her bottom lip and pushed her ass back to meet his hand, growling deep in her throat. Her hands were pressed flat on the wall above her head and her back bowed in slightly as she bent forward at the waist. Her legs were straight and spread apart as if she were about to be frisked. Anne’s head hung down facing the tiled floor, her hair hiding her face. She rocked her hips up and back to meet his hand.
She was the picture of lust.
“That’s enough for now.” Drew said softly. “Thanks for your help.”
The Marine removed his hand from between her legs and looked at his fingers. They were wet and creamy.
Drew pulled Anne’s panties back up and let go of her dress. Her face was flush and her eyes were wild and sparkling.
The imposing Marine took a step toward the door then did a quick about-face. Looking at Anne and then Drew, he laughed loudly and said in a deep baritone: “I have to pee… you made me forget”.
Drew had taken Anne’s hand and began leading her out of the restroom but she stood fast. He turned to her, wondering what the problem was when he saw where she was looking.
The marine had pulled his half-hard cock out of his pants and they both had a clear view of it. It was as big as Anne’s forearm, maybe thicker, with a dark purple head that reminded her of a big juicy plum.
Drew allowed her to take it all in… let her have a good look, and as she was led down the hallway toward their table.
Anne felt her thighs sliding against each other and realized she was embarrassingly wet. That was the biggest cock she’d ever seen.
Anne and Drew returned to the table and proceeded to drink more wine, talk, laugh and dance.
At one point, while they were on the crowded dance floor, one of the younger Marines made his way over and began to dance very close to Anne. She acknowledged him by stepping back a bit while turning toward him, inviting him to join them.
A big smile lit his face.
Anne smiled back, and then turned to gauge Drew’s reaction. He winked at her, turned around and disappeared through the crowd in the direction of their table.
For the next hour or so, Drew and the Marines took turns dancing with her, usually one on one, but sometimes two or three men would be dancing with her at once. Anne’s sensual and seductive way of dancing kept them vying for her attention the remainder of the evening.
After a few songs, she noticed that the Marines, when not dancing, were sitting at her table drinking and laughing with Drew. She was glad he someone to talk to while she danced with these strangers.
When the bar finally closed, they all said “good night”, and “nice to meet you”, while most people headed for the parking lot. Not Drew and Anne though. Taking her hand, he led her down a corridor that opened into the resort’s main lobby and approached the desk.
”What are we doing?” Anne asked, pressing herself against Drew, holding his arm tight.
“Checking-in.”
“We have a room? Why didn’t you tell me?” she was surprised but pleased.