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Pollyanna - Part 4

Patrick and Michelle spend the weekend together
It has been several months since Michelle left the loan modification department at My Mortgage Inc. and it hasn’t been the same without her. The spark is missing; everyone is just going through the motions and snapping at each other. Naturally, management didn’t replace her. Her work was just redistributed to the remaining team members. Patrick did his best to stay on top of the added workload, and Michelle was adjusting to her new position in the fraud department. Their affair had ended with her move back to her old office. They still exchange e-mails, text messages and an occasional phone call, but the physical aspect of their relationship stopped.

The Regional Vice President of My Mortgage Inc., Marley, was a season ticket holder of the Baltimore Orioles. She decided to offer her tickets in her luxury suite for one game to the rep that modified and closed the most loans in May. Considering how poorly the Orioles were playing it wasn’t much of an incentive, but it was a chance to go to Camden Yards, one of the best ballparks in the country, and enjoy a luxury suite.

Patrick worked hard and won the tickets by closing two loans on the last day of the month to finish with 16. The suite held 20 people so Patrick invited all of his team members, Michelle, Nina, who worked with Michelle in the fraud department, and a few of his friends from outside work. It was the start of inter-league play so the Phillies were in town for a four game series. The tickets in the luxury suite were for the first game on Friday evening. Everyone arrived at the suite about an hour before first pitch and had a great time. The food, beer, wine, and liquor were all top shelf.

Patrick was the only Phillies fan in the group and was talking a lot of trash as the game went on.

“Hey Michelle, I keep a broom in my car to brush the snow off in the winter but you can have it when we sweep you this series,” Patrick yelled across the room.

“We’ll see,” Michelle yelled back, “wanna put your money where your mouth is?”

Patrick made his way across the room to Michelle, “Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Just a little friendly wager since you think your team is so good,” Michelle replied.

“OK” Patrick smiled, “let me think about it and I’ll come up with something.”

The evening progressed and Patrick thought about Michelle and the times they were together. He knew that they couldn’t have a long-term physical relationship, but his desire for her was still so strong. During their brief affair, he never thought of her as just a piece of ass or booty calls, his feelings for her are much deeper than that. He really hoped Michelle understood how he felt. He tried to tell her as often as he could. But, that aside, he knew they were both fulfilling a primal need to be fucked, exploring sexual desires in ways they just weren’t able to in the past.

By the 8 th inning, the Phillies were up 6-2 and most of the people had left. Carol and Tommy were having conversation at the front of the suite and laughing a lot, Nina was trapped talking to Stan by the door. Patrick smiled at the pained look of desperation Nina had on her face. He thought about walking over and rescuing her but Michelle was alone by the bar so he walked over to her.

“I tell you what Michelle, if the Phillies sweep the Orioles you have to be my slave for a weekend, but if the Orioles win two games I’ll be your slave for a weekend.”

“Let me get this straight, the Phillies have to sweep us, but all we have to do is win two out of the four?” Michelle asked with a big grin. “You’re on Patrick; you’ll be kissing my ass real soon. Are you sure you want to do this Patrick? I’ll be a wicked slave owner.”

“Don’t worry Michelle, when I win I’ll only make you get on your knees to suck my cock, every couple of hours” Patrick whispered back.

The Phillies went on to win game one 7–3 and Patrick drove home with a smile. He missed Michelle so much, not just the incredible sex they had during their affair, but the day-to-day interactions in the office. Work was so much more fun with Michelle joking and clowning around. She got everyone going. Carol let so much more slip, and even Tommy joined in on the fun. She made the daily grind easier to deal with.

Game two went the same as game one, a 6-1 win for the Phillies. They were, after all, the World Series Champs and the Orioles hadn’t been over .500 in years. Patrick began looking at his calendar to see what weekend he could have Michelle, making plans for what she would have to do for him. But, a two out, two run, home run in the bottom of the 9 th on Sunday spoiled everything. The O’s took game three 4-3.

Monday morning Patrick got a text from Michelle, “We win tonight and your ass is mine.”

It was a 7:05 PM start for game four and Patrick was in front of the TV at 7:00 PM. It was like game seven of the World Series; his palms were sweating as he watched nervously. It was over early, the Orioles scored three in the first, two in the second and four more in the third. The text from Michelle came with two out in the top of the ninth, “MINE,” it read. Both nervous and excited Patrick sent a text back, “Yes Mistress Michelle.”

They planned to get together in two weeks. Dinner after work on Friday then off to Michelle’s house for the weekend. Michelle arranged to have her parents watch Rachel and Patrick’s family was going to his brother-in-law’s house for the weekend. The days passed surprisingly quickly and they talked about ground rules and boundaries throughout the two weeks leading up to the big weekend. They came up with a “safe” word but Patrick trusted Michelle completely. He knew he wouldn’t have to use it, she knew his boundaries. In the end, Patrick was under the complete command of Michelle.

Friday came and Patrick packed a small bag for the weekend, a pair of slacks and shirt in case they went out on Saturday and shorts and a couple of t-shirts for the time in the house. The clock ticked slowly throughout the day. They both were looking forward to their time together, each with their own thoughts.

Michelle was a white southern belle, and Patrick a black man from the north. The concept of “slavery” and the role-play was intriguing. Patrick’s thoughts were along the lines of a field slave sneaking into the big house while the Master was away. Making love to the forbidden white woman who would sneak peeks from her bedroom window at the slaves in the field. She would daydream of a taboo encounter, being taken forcibly by a Mandingo warrior. However, Michelle’s thoughts were completely different, she thought of a dominatrix forcing her slave to submit to her will. The fact that Patrick was black didn’t cross her mind. She just wanted complete submission from her man, total control of his every action. Patrick was in for a surprise awakening from his daydream.

Patrick left work early to meet Michelle at a small Italian restaurant not too far from her house. He waited in the parking lot for her to arrive. When she pulled up Patrick met her at her car and opened the door, he took her hand, and helped her out. He was the consummate gentleman, opening doors, pulling out her chair, choosing the wine and ordering her dinner for her. The conversation was light and full of laughs as they ate. Each of them was hiding their nervous anticipation about what was to come.

The drive to Michelle’s house was short; they arrived in about ten minutes. After parking, Patrick hopped out of his car and once again opened Michelle’s door and helped her out. His palms were sweaty and he could feel an erection beginning as they walked into the house. When the door closed behind them, Patrick slid his arms around Michelle, pulled her close, and kissed her.

Pushing him away Michelle said, “Oh no, it’s not going to be that easy, your ass is mine, I’m in charge and you’d better not forget it.”

“OK Michelle,” Patrick replied with a smile.

“Mistress Michelle, and wipe that fucking smile off your face before I wipe it off for you Patrick.”

Her seriousness and tone of voice caught Patrick off guard, he stammered, “Yes…yes M-Mistress Michelle.”

Handing him a small bag Michelle commanded, “Strip and put these clothes on, now.”

Patrick did as he was told, stripping off all his clothes and boxer briefs. He took the bag from Michelle and pulled out a black Under Armour muscle shirt and a black thong. He put them on, as Michelle looked him over.

“I look like one of the Village People in this, how long do I have to wear this stuff?” Patrick asked.

While he was changing Patrick didn’t see Michelle pick up the riding crop she had left by the door, but he certainly felt it sting his left ass cheek when Michelle hit him with it.

“You will wear it as long as I tell you Patrick, now shut up and get on your knees,” Michelle ordered, striking him a second time on the ass.

Patrick grabbed his left cheek to try to stop the sting from the second tap with the crop that Michelle gave him as he slowly dropped to his knees.

Michelle left him there by the door and went upstairs. Once in her bedroom she took her time changing into a purple corset, black g-string, black stockings and her favorite black heels. After changing, she opened her mail and checked her messages. She then called her parents to check on Rachel. Michelle looked at herself in the mirror before leaving the bedroom. The corset lifted her breast nicely and really shaped her waist. The black garter straps from the corset really stood out against her white thighs. The stockings were very sexy covering her calves and thighs and the heels really brought out how shapely her legs are. She paused a moment to adjust the front of her g-string before leaving the room and smiled at how wet it already was.

Patrick’s knees and back had begun to hurt as he waited by the door. He could hear Michelle come downstairs and walk into the kitchen, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. He continued to wait patiently, was that a cork from a bottle of wine opening, he thought he heard?

Finally, Michelle yelled, “Come here slave.”

When Patrick got to the living room Michelle was walking toward the sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and the riding crop tucked under her arm in the other. Patrick stared at her ass as she walked the black string from her g disappeared between her cheeks, each one rising and falling with each step. Her stockings came up a little past her mid-thigh making her already sexy legs even more so.

When she sat down Michelle told Patrick, “There are twelve candles in the room, you have one match to light them all, do not use one candle to light another. When you are done, come over here and sit at my feet.”

Patrick struck the matchstick and worked his way around the room. On the ninth candle, the flame from the match burnt the tip of his thumb.

“Shit! Oww that hurts,” Patrick said putting his thumb in his mouth.

“How many candles did you light Patrick?”

“Only nine candles Mistress Michelle.”

“You know what Patrick you are worthless, your first assignment and you can’t even complete it, this is going to be a long weekend for you. Come over here and grab your ankles.”

Patrick walked slowly over to Michelle, turned his back to her and grabbed his ankles. His ass was right in front of her. The crop struck his ass once, twice, three times for the three unlit candles. Patrick winced with each stroke biting his lip. After the third stroke, Michelle told him to finish lighting the candles and sit at her feet. She held the wine glass to his lips to give him a sip, as a sly smile crossed her lips. Patrick took a big gulp rather than a small sip. His mind was racing trying to process what was happening. This was not what he had envisioned; this was a side of Michelle that he didn’t know existed. She seemed really to enjoy the role of dominatrix and the weekend was just getting started. How much of this was he going to put up with?

“Uh, Michelle…don’t you think you’re taking this a bit too…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Michelle placed the end of the crop on his lips silencing Patrick.

Replacing the end of the crop with the bottom of her shoe on his lips, she stated, “It’s Mistress Michelle, if you get it wrong again you will be punished and no, I’m not taking this too far, you lost the bet, deal with it. Now my feet are tired from a long day, take off my heels and massage them.”

“Yes Mistress Michelle.”

Patrick removed her heels and began massaging her feet, starting with her toes he worked his way down to her heel and slowly back to her toes again. After massaging one for about ten minutes, he switched to the other foot and did the same. Chris Botti played in the background as Michelle sipped her wine and melted into the sofa. When he finished the second one Patrick lifted her foot up to his mouth and began kissing and sucking on her toes through her stocking.

“Does this please you Mistress?” he asked.

The smile on her face and look in her eyes was all the approval that Patrick needed. He began working his way to her ankle and up her leg, kissing and massaging as he went. When he got to the top of her stocking where her soft white thigh was exposed he switched to the other foot, kissing it and worked his way back up her other leg. This time when he got to the top of her stocking, Patrick used his tongue along her inner thigh up to the front of Michelle’s g-string. He licked her through the thin material, pushing the fabric between her lips as he worked his tongue up and down along her slit. Michelle’s aroma filled his nostrils and Patrick could taste her wetness through her g-string.

Patrick slid his hands under Michelle’s thighs and back to her ass; he yanked her forward to the edge of the sofa and pulled her g-string off. Smiling, he buried his face into her wet cunt. Her inner lips were already swollen and protruding, Patrick licked and sucked on them holding one between his lips and pulling his head back then taking the other and doing the same. He knew if he touched Michelle’s clit, it would send her over the edge so he purposefully avoided it, focusing on working his tongue just inside her opening, that first half inch of sensitive flesh. Several times Michelle grabbed the back of his head and tried to guide him to her clit. Each time Patrick pulled away, looked up at her as smiled.

The words, “LICK IT,” from Michelle’s mouth and the sting of the crop on Patrick’s ass occurred simultaneously.

In shock, Patrick uttered, “Yes Mistress,” then slid the tip of his tongue up to Michelle’s clit, lifted it and sucked it into his mouth. Michelle grabbed the back of his head pulling him into her and bucked her hips, grinding her clit against his tongue. He licked and sucked her clit, using the tip of his tongue to slide her hood up and down along the shaft, and then sucked it back between his lips. With her eyes closed and head back, Michelle guided Patrick, controlling his head so he would put his tongue just where she wanted it.

Michelle clamped her thighs around Patrick’s head then thrust her cunt hard against his lips and tongue when her orgasm hit her. Sitting up on the sofa, arching her back she came all over his nose and mouth. It had been months since she and Patrick had been together, Michelle had been waiting for him to make her cum again, day dreaming about how good he made her feel and it was better than any of her dreams. When Patrick felt her orgasm begin he thrust his tongue inside her as far as he could, he could feel her contractions, her body trembling as it washed over her. He held his tongue in her until Michelle’s body went limp, and her thighs released his head. Michelle fell back on the sofa with her eyes closed and a look of pure pleasure on her face.

Patrick stood up in front of Michelle, his cock hard and at full attention. He waited for her to open her eyes, for her to finish basking in the glow of her orgasm. Michelle opened her eyes with a smile; Patrick’s body looked good in the flickering candle light. He waited for Michelle to reach out and stroke his cock, for her to take it into her mouth and make him cum. Michelle loosened her corset and lifted her breast out, pushing them together she ordered Patrick to cum on them.

“What? How…how am I going to cum on your tits Mistress Michelle?”

“How do you think, Patrick; use your hand and cum on my tits.”

After eating Michelle, Patrick need relief, he needed to cum and cum now. Grabbing his shaft, he began stroking his cock. Starting at the base, he moved along the shaft up to the head, covering it with his palm before sliding his hand back down to his balls. He was so excited it didn’t take long. His balls pulled up tight, his body tensed and he shot his first load hitting Michelle on her chin and tits. Patrick kept stroking his cock until his second load squirted out on her tits. Leaning forward, holding his cock over her tits, he squeezed the head milking out more of his cum letting it drip on one of her nipples.

Disappointed that he had to jerk off, Patrick stood in front of Michelle. The orgasm felt good but not as good as if he came in her mouth or pussy. A thought raced through Patrick’s head and his eyes widened, no; she’s not going to make me…

“Clean them off, you got them all messy now lick them clean like a good boy,” Michelle tapped the crop on the sofa as she spoke in a stern voice.

Kneeling on the sofa, Patrick licked Michelle’s tits clean. Paying close attention to her nipples, sucking on them as he cleaned up his cum, Patrick did as he was told.

When he was done, Michelle told him, “Go in the kitchen and bring the bottle of wine and a glass, fill my glass then you may pour yourself and glass and sit on the floor at my feet.”

“Yes Mistress Michelle.”

Patrick went to the kitchen and brought back the bottle of wine. He filled Michelle’s glass, then his and sat at her feet. They talked quietly. While they sipped their wine, smooth jazz played softly in the background. Time flew by and they opened a second bottle while they chatted.

Around midnight Michelle slipped her heels back on, stood up and “model walked” around the living room.

“How do I look Patrick?” she asked.

Patrick eyes followed her as she strutted, the candle light created a sensuous glow around her. She carried the riding crop in one hand and cradled the wine glass in the other. She looked like a true dominatrix.

“You look beautiful Mistress Michelle, simply beautiful,” he replied.

“Come,” Michelle beckoned, “follow me.”

Patrick stood up and followed Michelle up the stairs. Her ass swayed right in front of his face as they climbed the steps. About halfway up, he reached out, sliding two fingers between her legs, and touched her lips. Michelle paused and allowed him to finger her. Her g-string was on the floor by the sofa so Patrick had full access to her. She was still wet and his fingers slid into her easily. He turned his hand so his palm was facing down and used the pads of his two fingers to find and stroke her g-spot. After a minute or two, Michelle forced herself to continue up the steps and to her bedroom.

Once inside Michelle turned to Patrick and said, “Please your Mistress, make me cum again.”

Patrick sat Michelle down on the edge of the bed. “Lay back,” he told her.

He removed his thong and stood between her legs. Grabbing the backs of Michelle’s thighs, he lifted her legs and put them around his waist. Holding his shaft he guided his hard cock to her pussy and slid the head along her slit covering it with her juices. Sliding his strong hands under her ass, Patrick thrust his hips and pulled Michelle to him ramming his cock deep inside her. Repeatedly he slid in and out of her. With each stroke, he stretched her cunt forcing her to take all of him. He watched her tits bouncing under her corset each time he pounded her.

Biting her bottom lip Michelle reached down and started to rub the hood covering her swollen clit and Patrick continued to stroke her. Rubbing the shaft of her clit, she closed her eyes and arched her back trying to take even more of him.

Feeling her orgasm start to build Michelle grunted, “Fuck me Patrick, fuck me harder.”

Patrick leaned forward placing his hands on the bed beside her and Michelle locked her legs around his waist.

Slamming her harder Patrick whispered, “Cum for me Mistress, show your slave that he can please you.”

When Patrick said, “slave” Michelle exploded. Her body shook violently as she came. Her pussy contracted on Patrick’s cock causing him to cum, squirting his load inside her. After a few more hard thrust Patrick collapsed on top of Michelle, he could feel her walls contracting in rhythm with his cock pulsing inside her. When his orgasm subsided, he rolled onto the bed beside her, the two of them panting as they savored the wave.

They laid together in silence, drifting in and out of sleep. At some point, they crawled under the covers, cuddled, and slept the night away.

******

Patrick awoke Saturday morning with his usual morning hard on. He looked over at Michelle sleeping so peacefully. She was beautiful; her hair cascaded down her cheeks, a faint smile on her lips. He wanted to touch her, to wake her gently with kisses and make love to her. But, she was Mistress Michelle for the weekend; he was there to serve her not take care of his morning hard on. Patrick slipped quietly out of bed and went to the kitchen. A few minutes later a pot of coffee was brewing, bacon was cooking and the eggs were cracked and stirred, ready to make omelets for breakfast in bed.

Michelle smiled and stretched when Patrick entered the room carrying a tray with her breakfast. The smell of food cooking awoke her earlier but she just lay in bed with her eyes closed thinking about Patrick. He was playing his role of slave so well, she wasn’t sure about the riding crop when she got it but he has been going along with it. Who ever thought she would be playing a dominatrix but ever since she and Patrick met he has opened her sexual horizons. He was the only person to ever to make her squirt, the only one she let have her ass, and the only one to have analingus with her. His tongue worked magic with her asshole; it was instant orgasm when he licked it. She opened her eyes and sat up as he walked toward the bed, then took off her corset and stockings and waited for Patrick bring her food.

“Good morning Mistress Michelle. I have coffee, bacon, toast and an omelet for you, please enjoy.”

Patrick set the tray down and put two pillows behind Michelle’s back then moved the tray to her lap. Patrick’s morning hard on came back as he watched Michelle eat. His eyes started with the top of her head and worked their way down her face, down to her breasts, which he thought were just perfect, the nipples were slightly erect. The gold charm in her belly piercing caught the morning sunlight streaming in between the blinds then disappeared behind the breakfast tray.

Michelle gave Patrick instructions as she ate, “The lawn needs cutting then we have some errands to run. We need to go by HD and pick up a grill, and I have a pair of shoes to return to Nordstrom’s. For dinner tonight, we need a couple of steaks and some more wine. Dinner will be out on the patio so you will have to clean all the pollen off the table and chairs. After you cut the grass check and make sure there is enough wood for the fire pit, it may get a little cool in the evening so I want it going during dinner.”

“Yes Mistress Michelle,” Patrick said with a smile, “you really are enjoying this aren’t you? Is there anything else you want me to do?” he said sarcastically.

“Watch it slave, go get me my crop, a few taps on that nice ass will help with that tone in your voice.”

Michelle bit her lip to try to hold it back; she tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t and burst out laughing. She laughed so hard she snorted almost causing the tray to fall on the floor. Patrick grabbed it and took it to the kitchen laughing as he went. He ate a couple of slices of bacon, a piece of toast and poured himself a cup of coffee before heading back up stairs.

When he returned to the bedroom, Michelle was lying on the bed; she was naked and had one leg up with her foot flat on the bed. Her left arm was out perpendicular to her head, bent at her elbow and the index finger of her left hand was on her lips, her right arm stretched out with her hand hanging off the bed making for one very erotic image. Patrick stared at her as he walked over beside the bed.

“You have been a very good slave Patrick,” Michelle reached out and cupped his balls as she spoke, “I am so pleased with you.”

Michelle slid off the bed and onto her knees taking Patrick into her mouth. Just the head at first, tracing the rim with her tongue, one hand held his balls and the other was around his shaft. She slowly took him in, pausing so she didn’t gag as she worked her way down his cock. Patrick gently held the back of her head and began to move his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Michelle pushed her tongue up so it slid along the base of his shaft. She would pull his cock out of her mouth and lick from the head down to the base before taking him back in. Patrick looked down at her as she pleased him. When she traced her tongue down his shaft to his balls on took one into her mouth he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Mistress, I’m going to…”

Michelle interrupted him with a “Shhhh” then sucked his cock hard and fast. Patrick grabbed her head and with a few hard thrust forcing his cock down her throat, he came in her mouth.

“Thank you Mistress, thank you for letting me cum this morning,” Patrick said as he lifted Michelle up to her feet and kissed her passionately.

Patrick threw on a pair of shorts and mowed the lawn while Michelle showered and got ready to go out. When he was done with the lawn, he washed down the table, chairs, and everything else on the patio, and got the fire pit ready for the evening.

After a quick shower, Patrick was ready to go. Before they walked out the door, Michelle handed Patrick a collar.

“What’s this?” Patrick asked with surprise in his voice, “You don’t expect me to wear this out in public do you? I’m not wearing that thing.”

“Let me remind you of the terms of our bet,” raising her voice, Michelle stated emphatically, “You are MY SLAVE and as my slave you WILL be obedient. Now put the collar on and drop your shorts.”

“Yes Mistress Michelle.”

Patrick snapped the black leather collar around his neck. Michelle had told him earlier that he was to go commando when they went out so he was fully exposed when he dropped his shorts. Michelle reached out and grabbed his ass, squeezing one of his cheeks hard. When she removed her hand Patrick felt the sting of her crop where her hand was.

“I’m sorry Mistress, I will be obedient,” Patrick yelped.

He felt the sting of a second tap as soon as he finished speaking.

“Please Mistress Michelle; I will obey you without question.”

The crop hit his ass a third and fourth time. After the fifth tap, Michelle told Patrick to pull up his shorts. He pulled them up then opened the door for her and followed her to the car. Their first stop was the big box store to get a grill.

An interracial couple in this area was a head turner. A couple, with one person wearing a collar, will always cause second looks. An interracial couple with a black man wearing a collar following a white woman around a big box store caused people to stop dead in their tracks. As they walked though the store all eyes were on them. The looks ran the gamut from pure hate all the way to smiles of approval.

A woman walked over to Michelle and said, “I want one, where did you get him?”

With a sly grin Michelle replied, “You mean my pet here? I found him about a year ago, but I’m still training him.”

They talked about Patrick for a few as if he was, well, as if he was a slave, there to serve Michelle.

Finishing their conversation Michelle said, “Give me your number, and let’s talk about it some more later.”

Patrick stood there in disbelief as they exchanged numbers.

“Come along Patrick, we have shopping to do,” Michelle said loud enough so several people around her could hear.

“Yes Mistress Michelle,” Patrick responded equally as loud.

Michelle walked with pride as she led Patrick through the store. All the positive looks pushed aside all of the hate filled ones and the stares of disgust. Patrick picked out a Weber charcoal grill and carried it out to the car. Their next stop was Nordstrom’s and for over an hour Patrick held Michelle’s purse as she tried on pair after pair of shoes to replace the ones she was returning. It was worse than being hit with the crop, that pain was over quick and Michelle knew she couldn’t hit him hard enough to leave any marks on his ass so they stung rather than hurt. However, this was torture, she made Patrick follow her around the shoe department and he had to comment on every pair she tried on. Michelle and the sales woman had so much fun with him the entire time they were there. Finally, Michelle picked out a pair of tan high-heeled pumps, completed the return and they left.

By the time they picked up the steaks and wine and returned home it was 4 PM. Michelle told Patrick that dinner would be at 7 PM on the patio. Patrick quickly seasoned the steaks and put them in the fridge. It took about an hour to assemble the grill, load it with charcoal and have it ready for the steaks. Patrick wanted to light it around 6 PM so the coals would be the perfect glowing red when it was time to put the steaks on. When Patrick went in the house at 5:30, Michelle had put together two place settings and had opened the bottles of wine to let them breathe.

Laughing Michelle said, “Come take a shower with me Patrick, you smell like you have been working in the fields.”

The warm water felt good on Patrick’s body. He pulled Michelle under the stream of water and kissed her. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he pushed his thigh between her legs. Michelle leaned her head back and Patrick attacked her neck, kissing and nipping it as the water ran over them. Michelle felt so comfortable in Patrick’s arms; no man had held her with such passion and desire. She felt safe; she wished the weekend wouldn’t end. Patrick worked his way down her neck and lifted one of her breasts up to his lips. As he sucked her nipple into his mouth and began to tease it, Michelle pushed him away and handed him a bar of soap.

“There will be time for that later Patrick now wash up, you have dinner to fix.”

Patrick washed Michelle first, lathering her up, paying close attention to her nice tits and ass. Then he washed himself. After getting out of the shower, he started the coals in the grill and lit the wood in the fire pit. At 6:30, he put two ears of corn wrapped in foil on the edge of the grill and took the steaks out of the fridge. Slicing up two potatoes he put them in a small cast iron frying pan with a couple slices of butter, he sat the pan on the back corner of the grill.

Michelle came out asked, “How are you going to cook the steaks?”

“Just put them on the center of the grill where it’s the hottest let them sit to sear the side. After a minute flip them on the other side to sear it for a minute then move them from the center of the grill and leave them on for 4-5 minutes per side. The corn, steak and potatoes should all be done at the same time.”

Michelle responded with a quiet, “MMM” then told Patrick to come inside, she led him up to the bedroom and said “Strip.”

Patrick undressed and Michelle pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She cuffed his hands and told him to lie on the bed. Michelle straddled him and pulled his arms up over his head. Taking a black sash, she tied the handcuffs to the headboard then slipped a blindfold over his eyes. Next, she wrapped each ankle and tied them to the footboard leaving him naked, blindfolded and tied spread-eagle to the bed. He heard the door close as she left the room.

Patrick laid there straining to try to hear what was happening in the house. Was that the doorbell? Is Michelle talking to someone? Soon, Patrick could smell the steaks cooking on the grill. He was starving; he only had a couple slices of bacon and some toast the whole day. Patrick lay there forever trying to hear something, anything. He thought he could her Michelle talking to someone. She had to be on the patio enjoying dinner, drinking wine and having a good time.

After what seemed like an eternity the bedroom door opened, “Mistress?” Patrick asked nervously. She climbed on the bed, straddled Patrick’s head and arms and lowered her pussy down on Patrick’s face. He responded by pushing his tongue into an already wet cunt. When Patrick tasted her, his whole body stiffened.

That’s not Michelle, that’s not her taste, her sweet aroma, he thought. The woman began rubbing her pussy on his mouth; Patrick responded by pushing his tongue in her then licking and sucking her clit and she rode his tongue. The woman reached down and grabbed his head pulling him into her. Her pussy was flowing all over his mouth, Patrick focused on her clit, every time she rocked forward he sucked it, when she rocked back he would release it and let his tongue slide along the tip. She began a slow sensuous grind on Patrick’s mouth; rotating her hips in a circle then back and forth, he could tell she was nearing orgasm. He tried to reach up and grab her tits but Michelle had him securely tied to the headboard. The slow grind turn to quick short humps and she started cum.

“Oh my god, YES!” she screamed, “ahhhhhhhhhhh, yeessssssss!”

Her pussy covered Patrick’s nose and mouth and he could barely breathe. Her thighs were clamped over his ears but Patrick could recognize Nina’s voice. Nina worked with Michelle and Patrick; she sat across from Michelle in the fraud department.

Nina’s body trembled as she came; it felt like her heart was beating in her clit. Patrick just held his tongue on it as best he could. Nina was breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. She sat on his face and moved her hips in a slow circular motion again, savoring the feeling of Patrick’s tongue on her clit. After a few minutes, without saying a word, she got up and left the room.

Patrick lay on the bed waiting; his cock was rock hard, just a touch away from exploding. The door opened and someone walked over to the bed, they straddled Patrick’s face and lowered their pussy onto his mouth. This time he tasted the familiar taste of Michelle. He lapped at her pussy eagerly, using his tongue to play with her familiar lips. She rode his face hard. Michelle leaned forward grabbing the headboard to rotate her hips to give Patrick better access to her clit when a hand cupped Patrick’s balls. Nina had come back in the room and was giving Patrick the relief that he need.

With Michelle sitting on Patrick’s face Nina took his cock in her mouth, sliding her lips down his shaft halfway then back up to the head. She licked the head, pushing the tip of her tongue into the pee hole then took it back in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock twice and Patrick shot his load down her throat. Nina squeezed his balls as he came while Patrick thrust his hips pumping his cum in her. After milking all the cum out of him Nina released his cock and sat on the edge of the bed watching him eat Michelle’s pussy.

It took a couple of minutes before Patrick could focus on Michelle, his mind was spinning, the orgasm he just had was mind blowing. Having Michelle sitting on his face and Nina sucking his cock felt incredible. Michelle gave him the time he needed to collect himself, kneeling over Patrick’s she played with her clit masturbating until he was ready. She leaned back placing her palms and feet on the bed in a crab position, she moved forward a little and Patrick’s tongue slid between her cheeks along her crack to her tight asshole. He knew that pushing the tip of his tongue into her hole would make her cum instantly. He forced it in as deep as he could. Michelle let out a loud wail as she came, opening and closing her thighs. She quickly sat up on Patrick’s face rocking back and forth rubbing her pussy and clit on his nose and mouth.

When Michelle climbed off him, Nina whispered in Patrick’s ear, “Thank you so much Patrick, I haven’t cum like that in a long time, my pussy is still quivering.”

She kissed him softly on the lips and she and Michelle left the room. Patrick lay on the bed waiting as Michelle walked Nina to the door and let her out. Michelle came back and untied Patrick, taking off his blindfold and unlocking the handcuffs.

Patrick stared at Michelle with a huge grin as they sat on the bed together, “Wow Michelle, that was awesome! How long had you been planning that? How much did you tell Nina about us? I know it had to be everything to get her to come here tonight but WOW that was so hot. I didn’t know it was her until she started to cum. Once she said something I could recognize her voice anywhere.”

“I thought you might like that,” Michelle said. “Nina told me she wanted you a while ago when I went back to the other office. I wasn’t sure how much to tell her at first but I trust her. We went out one day after work for drinks and it started out as just girl talk. But, I told her everything. She was so surprised I had been with you, and jealous too. She always thought you were hot and has never been with a black guy either and was curious. When you lost the bet, I came up with a plan. She was excited when I shared it with her, but not sure if she wanted to do it. You know she is divorced to so she had to come to terms with the whole affair thing. It didn’t take much convincing though when I suggested just having oral sex and not trying intercourse until later if she was comfortable.”

Laughing Patrick said, “Oh so you’re pimping me out now, first the woman at the store and now Nina?”

Michelle leaned toward him, put her hand on her cheek and kissed him, “Maybe. There are a lot of white women out there that would love to have a sexy black slave for an evening.”

Patrick laughed, “I’m starving Michelle, I have to eat something.”

Michelle put two fingers in her pussy then put them in Patrick’s mouth. He sucked her cum off them.

“MMM, thanks Mistress, but I need real food.”

Michelle laughed, “I left some of my steak for you and there are some potatoes left but we killed the two ears of corn.”

Michelle pulled the blanket off the bed, wrapped it around them and they walked out to the patio. Patrick put some more wood on the fire and wolfed down the left over steak and potatoes. Michelle poured them some wine and they curled up on a lounge chair by the fire pit wrapped in the blanket. Patrick found one of Michelle’s breasts and held it in his hand lightly teasing her nipple. They drank their wine in silence. It was a clear spring night with a light breeze, Michelle cuddled up to him with her head resting on his chest. She would look up at him on occasion and Patrick would kiss her on her forehead. They each thought about the weekend and the excitement it brought, as they lay naked under the blanket.

“Have I been a good slave Mistress Michelle?” Patrick asked.

“A great slave Patrick, but the weekend is not over. We still have tomorrow for you to serve me.”

“Yes Mistress Michelle, I will serve you tomorrow as well.”

They feel asleep cuddled together in the chair both looking forward to what Sunday would bring.

*****

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