Haziran 10, 2020

SLUT SAMANTHA 1

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SLUT SAMANTHA 1
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CHAPTER 1: COMMITMENT

The weekend with Abby’s old group was an amazing experience. But, not only for me. Nick also went on about what we had learned. The experience broke down any questions we might have had about what we were doing or our commitment to it. There was no question that I enjoyed dogs, men, and women. We talked about some of the comments that came out of my mouth during those days, and I assured him they were all sincere and how I continued to feel that way. I would take whatever steps he put in front of me.

But, life is a whole lot more than fun weekends filled with wild and outrageous sexual encounters. Life was just as much about the mundane: the clean house, the hot meal at night, the socializing with neighbors and friends, and work, especially for Nick.

So, it was back to normal living. It was something we laughed about, though. Normal. Yeah, right. Our normal would seem pretty outrageous to most people. But, we did return to it. But, I was also intent on making sure that our normal would never become mundane and ho-hum for Nick … or me.

And … there was no doubt in my mind that Nick wasn’t already considering some new adventure and challenge to present to me … our life was never going to be ‘normal’ …

* * * * *

Nick was on the couch in the family room with a freshened glass of bourbon I had brought him. I was curled on the couch next to him, my head in his lap and his cock in my mouth. His drink in his left hand, his right was stroking my long, blonde hair and cheek as I casually licked and sucked on the head of his hard cock.

I love how our life together has evolved. Earlier this evening, we were fucking on the patio as the sun was setting behind the trees of the golf course that stretched just outside the back wall of our yard. The privacy of the tall solid walls surrounding the yard was something I noticed on my first visit to Nick’s home after he rescued me from Kansas. At the time, the privacy factor was significant for someone hoping for some time of minimal interaction with others while trying to get my mind around the idea of a radical change in my life at the insistence of my son … Nick. Nobody here knew us as mother and son, that was our little … big … secret. They also didn’t grasp our age difference of 14 years. Yes, mine was a teenage pregnancy that nearly succeeded in destroying my life but somehow didn’t impact Nick’s, which undoubtedly did impact the feelings we secretly harbored for each other and only had the strength to expose recently. Now, securely in Nick’s life, the privacy factor on the walls took on an entirely different significance.

Not only did Nick and I fuck on the patio earlier, but Harley had his turn with me, too. Harley is Nick’s 70 pound white German Shepard. As Nick is the man I love as a soul mate, Harley is my canine mate. It is not lost on Nick, that while he is off at his work, Harley and I will have likely mated, very often once during the day and usually on the back patio by the pool. And, it is rare that while Nick and I become sexual, Harley is often waiting nearby and very often is rewarded, too. I have learned how very fortunate I am to have a man who enjoys sex in a variety of forms and positions, and also finds it exciting to watch his woman being fucked by a dog.

The phrase ‘his woman’ still jumps at me, at times. But, that is what I am, how I feel, and how I want him to feel about me. After all, we have already fucked, he has watched me being mounted by his dog, and I am curled on the couch, contentedly tending to his cock, again. Whether we find ourselves actively pleasuring each other or not, I enjoy his cock in my mouth, his gentle, loving touch on my head and body. These are the quiet, unhurried times when inner thoughts can congeal and become expressed openly.

His hand slid along my side and moved under my arm, which I moved enough for him to reach his target, my breast. His voice was soft when it came, “I love you so much … I can’t believe how I ended up with you in my life.”

I smiled around his cock and gently bit down just below the crown of the head, “The how would be when I gave birth to you.”

He playfully pinched my nipple in retaliation. “A smart-ass … a pretty ass … but, you know what I mean.”

I rolled onto my back, my head remaining in his lap as I looked up at him. We were apparently going to talk. See … these times seem to allow our thoughts to be shared. I positioned my head and his cock so it was touching my cheek. I liked the feel of it as long as it lasted, knowing that as we talked, it might soften and shift of its accord.

He stroked my other cheek with the back of his fingers and gazed down at me, “What’s wrong?” He thought better of the question, “Maybe ‘wrong’ is the wrong word.” He made a funny face at using the same word twice in the same sentence. “You seem … distracted, maybe.”

I smiled up at him. He was looking for an answer, but he was a patient man, willing to let me come to how I wanted to express it. As my eyes drifted to the ceiling in thought and he waited, his eyes and hand moved to my breasts. He fondled each one, tweaking the nipples that quickly regained firmness.

What güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri I wanted to express was a desire deep inside me, a desire he helped show me but has laid unattended since. I wanted him to see the commitment in my eyes.

“You are very attentive, Sir. It is one of your qualities that makes it easier to do this.”

His hand stayed where it was on my left breast, but his eyes quickly tracked to mine. He furrowed his brows in question, then pursued it. “Sir? Why … and make what easier?”

I smiled up at him, then turned my head and kissed his bare stomach. “Yes, Sir. I mean, yes, I called you ‘Sir’ and I meant to.” I moved my left hand near my head and found his softened cock. I lightly held it and smiled that it immediately started to firm up. “I love you so much, Nick … Sir. You pulled me from a damaged life and lovingly inserted me into your life of caring, loving, and security. In the process, you showed me that part of my ‘damage’ was a personality trait that was used against me. You showed me that being submissive by nature needed special consideration. In the meantime, we have also discovered something else about me. It is that something else combined with the submissive that in my mind has left me distracted, as you call it, while I have wondered, speculated, imagined what it might all mean to me, for me … for us.”

I had his attention, at least the full attention of his eyes while his hand was still moving, now slowly down from my breasts to my stomach. His eyes were gazing into mine as if he were trying to read directly what was imprinted on my mind. I don’t think I had ever had anyone look into me so deeply and intently.

“How long has it been since we were at the Grassley’s place on the mountainside?”

I smiled at how quickly he had picked up on my meaning. “A bit over 2 weeks.” I turned my head to the left and kissed the head of his cock which had suddenly become hard, again. I turned back with a smile.

“That experience connected with you more than a passing happening? That is why I have not brought the ‘slut’ idea up since. I wanted to know that it was something that pushed at you.” He had put his drink down on the end table and was using his left hand now to move strands of hair back alongside my head. His right hand continued down my stomach a little at a time. “Apparently, it is pushing at you inside.” I nodded and as I did his right hand moved to my mound and slipped over. I opened my legs to provide him free access and his hand moved over my pussy. His index finger found and entered my hole as our eyes remained fixed on each other. When he removed his finger, he brought it up to my mouth, which opened to take it inside. I clamped my lips around the finger and sucked, my tongue assisting in tasting the juices of my orgasm and the cum of both him and Harley. I smiled around his finger. Although our eyes basically remained on each other’s, he glanced to my lips working his finger. He removed the finger from my mouth.

“So … you want to be my submissive slut?”

I nodded, but I wanted my answer to fully reflect my desires, “Yes, Sir! I not only want to be your submissive slut, I desire it. I desire it deep in my being.”

“And that is where the ‘sir’ is coming from?”

“Yes, Sir. I want you to know my deepest desire is to be yours, wholly. I want you to know that I will do as you desire of me … whatever you desire of me. I want you to control my body and to use it and have it used for pleasure and experiences I might not otherwise have the courage to experience.”

He was gazing into me, again. His eyes were seeking everything he could discern through them. Then, very seriously, “I love you, Sam. I love you in ways that sometimes seem impossible, but I know it is real and it is forever if you’ll have me that long.” I nodded enthusiastically and started to speak, but that same finger was over my lips to stop me. “I want no mistakes, misunderstanding if we enter into this. If I could figure it out, I would have you as my wife.” My eyes blinked, he had never indicated that before; but he continued, “I love you enough to do anything that will make you happy. This is exciting … as exciting as I could ever imagine. I will do this with you, but with several conditions.” I frowned up at him. I was still holding his cock in my hand and it was very hard. “No, not limiting conditions. The first one is that you need to take care of my cock you have made so hard with all this talk.” I released his cock and rolled off the couch and his lap, scrambling between his feet and greedily taking his cock into my mouth. He laughed. “I guess you are serious about this.” All I could do was nodded my head. I wasn’t taking his cock out of my mouth as my head pumped up and down on it. “The day after tomorrow, I have to go to Albuquerque on business. I was going to fly and make it a long day, there and back. Instead, I want you to go with me. It’s a 6-hour drive but we can spend it working out the details of what we are getting into. There is a restaurant on top of the mountain. The next day … do you like horses?” I stopped moving my head and he laughed. “No, not sex … bedava bonus veren siteler although … I mean there is a horse show starting and I thought that might be fun before returning home. How does that sound?”

I mumbled around the cock I was devoting my soul to, “Yeth, thir.”

“That’s another thing … no more ‘sir’. And, didn’t your mother tell you no talking with your mouth full?” I laughed but kept his cock in my mouth.

* * * * *

The next morning we were leaving for Albuquerque and I had a terrible time waking up. He wanted to leave by 5:30 AM. At 5:00, I was still snuggled under the top sheet. At that point, he pulled the top sheet from my body and ordered me into the bathroom. It occurred to me while letting the hot shower beat the sleep from my body that I wasn’t doing so well at the submissive part of our relationship if I couldn’t even get out of bed on time. I knew and he knew, I wasn’t a morning person, but I committed to making every adjustment I needed to for him. This new relationship element was for me, not him. He already said that he would be perfectly happy to have me as his wife in a ‘normal’ relationship. He was accepting his role for me, not that it was going to be a stretch for him; he was certainly dominant in other parts of his life and personal relationships, but with me, this was new for him.

Coming out of the bathroom, feeling fresh, if not totally awake, he was standing in the bedroom putting the roller bag together and tossed me one of his large tank-tops. “You’ll wear this for the drive up. I have a sundress and shoes for you to put on before we get to the hotel.”

I smiled and walked right up to him, kissing him as I took him into my arms. Once he makes up his mind, he moves into whatever it is he was committing to. And, being my dominant, even as a very loving and caring one, was now that thing he had committed to. It made me tingle just hearing the tone and authority in his voice. I hadn’t thought too much about this trip to Albuquerque, except that it was intended to be an opportunity for us to resolve some of the issues around my desire to submit to him and for him to provide me experiences I might otherwise never have the strength and courage to pursue. It was clear now that this trip would be more than just an opportunity to talk about it, this would be putting it into some level of practice, too. After all, at this hour of the morning, he might have had me get into the car naked and we would be out of town before the light of the day would make any difference for my exposure. So, I thanked him for a covering, even if it was minimal.

For the first couple hours on the road, he asked a lot of questions and honed in on my expectations, desires, fears, and things that repulsed me. At first, I didn’t understand the line of questions and discussion, but he explained that his expectation was that I would freely and enthusiastically participate in whatever was put in front of me. What he allowed to be put in front of me would be determined by what he knew was within my acceptance. For instance, he explained, we both knew I enjoyed and was willing to mate with even multiple dogs, but what about other a****ls. To say that b********y was good, could mean that any a****l would be good with me, presuming it was physically possible. We had witnessed my easy willingness to be with both men and women during our time at the Grassley’s, so multiple men or women would be acceptable. I had proven an existing excitement at exhibitionism.

At the point where I acknowledged how exhibitionism thrilled me, he told me to take off the tank-top. I saw him checking the mirrors as he said it. He gave me a smile and raised an eyebrow. I returned the smile, released my seatbelt, pulled the top over my head and threw it in the back. I settled back in my seat and refastened my seat belt.

He looked over to me and stroked my bare thigh, “This is going to be fun.”

I turned slightly, pulling my left leg onto the seat. I also knew I was presenting a better view of my pussy to him, but his attention had to be mostly on the interstate and traffic ahead. “You weren’t sure?”

“In my mind, I knew it could be fun, wickedly so. But … there was a hesitation in my heart. That’s why I needed us to have this open, blunt talk about what it would mean.” His hand found mine in my lap and he grasped it, one finger lightly stroking my lower abdomen. He glanced at me, his hand and finger, and back at me with a smile. “You are too important to me to casually risk hurting or offending you.”

I took his hand and brought it to my mouth. I kissed the back, then turned it to kiss his palm, then took his index finger into my mouth. I sucked on it before moving it back between my legs, shifting them more to provide him with access. I pushed the finger into my hole. He left it inside me for a few moments, wiggling it. But, with the driving and his basic nature to be safe, he reluctantly removed it.

“I am giving myself to you, Nick, will all the effects and results that can come from that. I want you to surprise me, challenge me, even shock me, to bring us pleasure and excitement. But, this yatırımsız deneme bonusu isn’t just about me, Nick. Yes, I want to discover things and that means being pushed. It is also about you finding exciting things for me to do. I am here for that, too.” My hand went to his thigh and moved it up to his crotch. He was straining inside his slacks. “This excites you, too. Neither of us knows where this will take us and that is part of the excitement.”

He glanced at me, “You’re mine to use. It sounds funny to say and think about.”

“I know. It kind of does to me, too. But, you felt how wet I already am and that is from just talking about it.”

It was a few miles of quiet when I announced a need, desperate need, for a rest area. We had been consuming coffee, then switched to Diet Pepsi as we talked. My bladder was ready to burst. He pulled into the next Interstate rest area. For a moment, I forgot I was naked until he slowed to pull into a parking spot and I saw the people milling around the building and walks. I released the seatbelt, jumped onto the seat and reached into the back, looking for the top before managing to grasp it. By the time I was seated, again, he had pulled into the slot. Thankfully, he found one without cars immediately nearby, but several people were looking our way and I was sure they had quite a view of my naked butt as we drove past at the requisite 10 mph.

The tank-top hem went down to the bottom of my butt cheeks. At least, that was how it felt to me. In the mirror in the restroom, I confirmed that, but it didn’t mean I was very well covered. Any slight breeze would show my butt and the arm holes in the sides were so large that the sides of my breasts were visible. When I came out of the building, I saw Nick already at the car, leaning against it and on his phone. He saw me and waved. He had parked away from the building, which now had me walking past all the other travelers who had stopped. A group of young men, about to re-enter their car, stopped as I walked past and gave out a series of whistles and mumbled comments. Ordinarily, such a thing might offend me on the streets as crass and sexist, but I could hardly be offended based on the way I was dressed and I found that my stride shifted to sexier after hearing it.

As I approached the car, Nick held up his phone to take a picture, then one hand dropped down and he pantomimed for me to raise the top. I fought the temptation to check behind me, first, and did what he wanted. As I continued to walk toward him, I took hold of the hem and pulled it to my waist. With his thumb, he indicated further up, and I pulled the hem over my breasts, virtually exposing my entire body to the camera and likely to anyone behind me. A chill and tingle ran through my body as I pressed myself into him, the hem still above my breasts, and we kissed.

He looked to the side, and my gaze followed his, to find a picnic table. He took my hand, allowing the top to fall most of the way down my body. The table was partially isolated from the main rest area by trees and shrubs, but not from the exit road passing in front of it. He backed to the side and indicated for me to pose. I knew or imagined I knew, what kind of pictures he wanted, so I placed one foot on the bench, understanding that the short him would now be above my pussy. I then turned around so my back as to him and bent over, keeping my knees straight. I looked between my legs and found him moving a step closer for a better picture of my ass. I straightened up, grasped the top and pulled it over my head. I put an arm over my breasts and turned half-way to him. He took several pictures and I turned the rest of the way, dropping my arm as I did. Although mostly hidden from the main building, the cars leaving had a full view of me as they went by. Although some honked aggressively enough to indicate their pleasure in what they were seeing, Nick decided it was a good time to leave before someone who was not approving could identify us or call the highway patrol.

The rest of the trip to Albuquerque was spent in more talk, although not nearly so much on my submission, and a lot of teasing of truck drivers as we headed up Interstate 25. I got a lot of horn blared at me as we passed, especially when I would use one hand fondling a breast and the other hand between my legs. Nick got to the point of teasing me as much as them by matching the speed of the truck so my window was alongside theirs. The fact that we would pull away from one truck and find ourselves rapidly catching another shortly after didn’t dawn on us until I spotted a trucker holding a CB mic up to his mouth with a big smile on his face.

We had fun in Albuquerque, having a nice dinner at a restaurant on top of a mountain, which we accessed by way of a tram from the valley below. At the horse show the next day, Nick pointed out some chaps that we might consider.

I looked confused and stated the reason, “But, we don’t have horses.”

“No, but we have a Harley and it might be fun to go to Sturgis or some biker rally.” I nodded. He had mentioned it before. “Imagine what you would look like wearing those and a black bikini, either on the back of my bike at the rally or walking the shops and bars …”

I smiled and squeezed his hand. The idea of such exposure to a large group of bikers and the image and reputation they had was a bit scary, but a lot exciting. Nick was getting into this.

* * CHAPTER 2: A NIGHT OF RECOMMITMENT will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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