PAINE GROVE
Chapter 1 - Arrival
Sarah and I were both in our second year of college, and had been dating for a
few months now. She was a tall, willowy blonde with big tits, and a fantastic
tight ass. We had been fucking quite regularly, so it was no great surprise
when she suggested that we go to her parent's cottage for a weekend getaway.
Thinking that this would be a wonderful opportunity to spend a fun filled
weekend alone with her, I readily agreed. Little did I know exactly how the
weekend would turn out.
I must admit that I had missed the subtle signs that Sarah had been giving me
all along. She usually deferred to me when I wanted to do something or go
somewhere. When we were in bed, she often would raise her hands and grasp the
headboard of the bed, in the classic submissive pose. If I wanted a blowjob,
she would be on her knees in an instant, gobbling down my cock. Lots of little
things like that which had gone over my head.
I must admit that one of the reasons that I had first noticed Sarah was the way
she dressed. A few words came to mind when describing her wardrobe choice,
chief amongst them were slut, tramp and whore. Sarah always wore high heels,
short skirts and tight tops designed to show off, rather than conceal her body.
So here we were, making the 2-hour drive north to her parent's cottage. I was
driving, and Sarah was sitting in the passenger seat. Today she wore a very
short red leather mini skirt, a white silk blouse that was almost see-through
and thigh high black leather boots with 5" stiletto heels. No panties and no
bra. During the drive, she kept me entertained by playing with her pussy, while
pinching and stroking her nipples through her top. Over the course of the 2
hours, she must have cum at least 10 times. After her third orgasm she started
to re-arrange her clothes, obviously very sated. In a symbol of what would
happen over the weekend, I told her to keep going, that I liked to watch her
orgasm. She groaned, mumbled that she was getting sore, but resumed her
stroking, pinching and finger fucking for the rest of the trip. By the time we
got to the cottage, she was exhausted, and the car absolutely reeked of sex.
I had never been to Sarah's parent's cottage before. I knew that she came from
a wealthy family, but I was unprepared for what I saw after my old rusty car had
bounced over the five (yes 5) mile driveway that led from the main road. At the
end of the curving tree lined gravel drive the final corner opened into a small
meadow alongside a beautiful lake. Dominating the view was the cottage, which
was really more like a mansion. I was awestruck. Sarah's parents obviously
were a lot richer than I ever imagined. As I pulled my old car into a parking
spot next to a shiny BMW, I began to feel somewhat overwhelmed. My parents were
not very well off, and I had a part time job, along with extensive scholarships,
in order to be able to pay for the expensive college that Sarah and I both
attended.
A second thought crossed my mind as we got out of the car. "Sarah, whose car is
that?" I asked, realizing that we weren't alone for the weekend, as I had hoped.
"That's my brother's. Roger must be here."
Sarah had talked a little about her family, and I knew that Roger was 2 years
younger than her. That meant that a high school student was driving the
expensive car. I just couldn't compete with this family, and I began to have
serious doubts about any long-term future with Sarah.
Just then, we noticed two people walking along the shore of the lake. There was
a teenage boy, wearing a bathing suit, leading a teenage girl along the beach.
The girl looked to be about 16, but with a wonderfully large and firm set of
tits, which were well displayed, in the tiny black bikini that she was wearing.
The bikini was shiny, looking like it was wet, and the boy held the end of a
chain that led to the middle of the top. As they came closer, I began to see
more detail. The bikini had holes cut out where the nipples would be, and the
chain was attached to another chain that ran between the holes. That chain was
fastened at each end to gold rings, about 1" in diameter that were pierced
through the girls nipples. Another chain ran from the nipple chain, down
through a ring pierced through her navel, and disappearing into the top of her
bikini bottoms. It was obviously attached to something, although I wasn't sure
what at this time. In addition to the ring, chain and leash assembly, this
beautiful girl also sported a thick leather collar, that held her head very
upright, and when they reached us, I realized that her hands were also cuffed
together in leather cuffs matching the collar behind her back, and another set
went around her arms, just above her elbows, drawing her arms back so that her
elbows almost touched. This had the effect of forcing her chest out, which I
must admit looked very impressive on her small teenage frame.
"Hi there, I'm Roger, and you must be Joe, Sarah's new boyfriend" the teenager
said, as he shook my hand. I must admit that I was staring open mouthed at the
girl with him, with her pierced nipples, and leather bondage, in what I now
realized was a latex bikini.
Finally averting my gaze, I looked at the now grinning Roger and shook his
offered hand.
"That's right, and it's nice to meet you and your ... friend."
Smiling back, Roger replied "Of course, forgive me where are my manners. Joe
this is cuntmouth. Cuntmouth, this is Joe. Please greet him properly."
At that, the girl dropped to her knees, and shuffled forwards until her face was
almost buried in my crotch. "Welcome Master. I am cuntmouth, and I am here to
be used any manner that gives you pleasure." With that, the girl then used her
lips and teeth to expertly pull down my shorts, freeing my cock, which had by
now become very hard. Without a moment's hesitation, she expertly swallowed my
entire 9" in one gulp, and I groaned as my dick slid past her tonsils into her
throat.
Roger beamed as I managed a groan. "I hope you don't mind, but this is the way
our sluts normally greet visiting Masters here at Paine Grove."
As I stood there getting the blowjob of my life from a naked, bound teenager, I
suddenly remembered that I was here with my girlfriend. Glancing over towards
Sarah, I expected to see her glaring at me, but instead, she had a soft,
contented smile on her face. Taking this as a good sign, I continued to let
cuntmouth deep throat me, until I came with a roar, sending my cum deep into her
belly as she used her throat muscles to expertly milk my cock, and swallow every
drop of my spunk.
When I was done, cuntmouth carefully cleaned my softening cock with her tongue,
before using her teeth to pull my shorts back up. When she was done that, she
sat back on her heels, legs spread, eyes downcast in a classic submissive pose.
Everything was quiet for a moment, and again I looked over to Sarah to see her
reaction. She stared into my eyes, smiling at me softly, before gently averting
her gaze to the ground as the naked submissive kneeling before me had. As she
did that, I also noticed her cross her wrists behind her back, mimicking
cuntmouth's bondage.
So there I was, standing on the lawn of this magnificent cottage / mansion, with
a nearly naked, kneeling, pierced, ringed, leashed, bound submissive named
cuntmouth, a slutily dressed girlfriend who had her eyes downcast and her wrists
crossed submissively, and her teenage brother holding the end of cuntmouth's
leash, smiling smugly at the tableaux surrounding him.
Roger was the first to speak, "I take it that our little Sarah hasn't explained
the Williams family lifestyle to you yet."
"No, no she hasn't" I managed to stutter.
"Well then maybe we should go in, have something to drink, and get better
acquainted."
"Okay, let's go."
