Bare Weekend Thrills

The salt air hung thick and heavy, clinging to my skin as we pulled up to the quaint holiday home nestled amongst the dunes. It was a long weekend, a much-needed escape for my Master and Mistress, and their chosen companion, Pussy. The sun beat down mercilessly, promising a day of languid pleasure and uninhibited indulgence. As they began to prepare for an outing, I, Dickie, caught sight of Pussy, her skin gleaming under the bright sunlight, completely shaved bare. A primal instinct surged through me; this was going to be a memorable weekend.

“Wow, Pussy,” I breathed, a low rumble in my chest, “We look like we’re in for a fun weekend.” Her response was immediate and utterly captivating. “Dickie, I can’t wait to suck you off,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Just then, Mistress, ever the subtle manipulator, scooped her up and concealed her in a silk thong and sundress, the thin straps barely containing her breathtaking cleavage. As I stood at attention, awaiting the inevitable, Mistress leaned in and kissed Master, a slow, deliberate gesture filled with possessive heat. She squeezed me playfully and whispered, “I see Dickie approves,” before tucking me into his comfortable shorts. Thankfully, he insisted on going commando, granting me the freedom of movement I so desperately craved. The scent of expensive cologne mingled with her intoxicating perfume, creating an atmosphere of pure sensuality.

As Master revved up the engine, Mistress let out a hearty laugh. “Sorry, hands on the wheel, not my titties,” she teased, her voice dripping with playful dominance. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she added, “Let me slip off my knickers; I won’t be needing them. They’re wet; maybe Dickie would like a little cuddle.” Without hesitation, she unzipped her dress, revealing a generous expanse of pale skin glistening with moisture. As she began to stroke me, rubbing me with her silky, wet knickers, a wave of pure pleasure washed over me. My muscles tensed, responding to her touch with an almost violent eagerness. The anticipation built, a delicious torment that only intensified my desire. Then, she slipped me into her mouth, pulling me deep, further than I’d ever allowed before. It was a reckless, exhilarating plunge into a world of unadulterated sensation.

She began to kiss and suck me, her movements fluid and rhythmic, her tongue exploring every inch of my being. The heat intensified, radiating through my body, leaving me breathless and desperate for more. It wasn't long before she could feel my boys tensing to blow, and she knew exactly what to do. “Let’s stop somewhere,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire, “You won’t relax until Dickie’s happy and can have a little rest.” Without a word, she simply held me in her hand, gently caressing me with a tenderness that bordered on brutality. As Master pulled over, he removed his shorts, freeing my boys from their confinement. Mistress immediately bent down, her wet lips seeking the release I so desperately craved. What she could do with her tongue was simply breathtaking, twirling it around me while playing with my boys in a way that left me gasping for air. I couldn’t help but moan, “Oh yeeeeessss. Sorry, Pussy, you’ll have to wait till later.”

Then, Mistress abruptly stopped, tensed, and began to shudder and shake me violently. The air crackled with unspoken tension. I realized, with a thrill of both anticipation and fear, that she was about to come. The thought alone sent a jolt through my system, a desperate need to fulfill her every whim. My boys responded instantly, exploding with pleasure as I involuntarily thrust my penis deep within her waiting body. Mistress screamed, a primal sound of release, as she shuddered and swallowed, trying to contain the torrent of sensation. I kept firing, a relentless barrage of pleasure, until we were both spent, our bodies slick with sweat and tears. It was an experience that transcended mere physical pleasure, a merging of souls in a symphony of lust and ecstasy.

Later that day, as I lay still and rigid within Pussy’s embrace, she gently played with and sucked me, her touch both gentle and demanding. “While Mistress was eating you,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure, “her naked bum was in the air. I was so hot and dripping wet, begging to come. Then, when Master slipped two fingers inside me, I couldn’t help but clamp around his fingers, screaming. I lost control as he pumped them deep within me. I was just happy that Mistress didn’t bite you as I came.” The memory of that moment, the sheer intensity of her pleasure, still sent shivers down my spine.

Just thinking of it and feeling Pussy’s warm, wet lips firmly sucking me soon had my boys ready to blow again. She laughed, clamped her muscles tight around me, and said, “Come on, big boy, give me all you’ve got. This after-dinner mint’s all mine.” The challenge was intoxicating, a delicious invitation to push my limits and surrender completely to her pleasure. I responded with a fervor that surprised even myself, unleashing a torrent of pent-up desire that left me weak and trembling. The world dissolved into a haze of sensation, a chaotic blend of pleasure and pain, as I gave myself entirely to her control. Her grip tightened, her lips grew more insistent, and the pleasure intensified, pushing me to the very edge of oblivion. It wasn’t long before I succumbed, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of her sucking and the overwhelming rush of sensation. The scent of her body, the heat of her breath, the feel of her hands on my skin – every sensation was amplified, heightened, and utterly addictive.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the beach, we continued our dance of pleasure, pushing the boundaries of our senses and indulging in every taboo we could imagine. The holiday home was filled with the sounds of our moans and sighs, a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that consumed us. There was no end in sight, no limit to the depths of our desire. We were lost in a world of pure sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and inhibitions were cast aside. It was a perfect escape, a moment of unadulterated bliss, a memory that would forever be etched in my mind. The salty air, the warmth of the sun, the touch of Pussy’s wet skin – it was all part of the experience, a symphony of pleasure that left me breathless and yearning for more. And as I lay there, exhausted and content, I knew that this was just the beginning of our shared journey into the depths of lust and desire. The weekend had only just begun, and the possibilities seemed endless.

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