Once we have finished the champagne, we head back inside and put together the caprese salad.
Outside again, I pour us each a glass of the shiraz as we start digging into the salad.
“I don’t know what it is, but being whipped always leaves me feeling hungry,”
I say.
“Me too,” you nod in agreement. “The tomatoes are delicious.”
‘Mmmmm, scrummy.”
We sit in companionable silence for a minute or two before you hearken back to the previous day, to my birthday gift. “So which part of the album do you like the most?”
“I like it all. It’s amazing.”
“Yes, but I bet that there are a couple of series that excite you the most.”
“Well, as I went back through it today, I have to admit that I lingered over the schoolroom scene.”
“Really? Why that one?”
“I haven’t really thought about it, but I guess maybe because it was just so unexpected. I never thought about you doing something like that. Did you enjoy doing it.”
“Well, I was surprised as well when I saw those kids waiting for me. Honestly for the first few minutes I did not realize what was about to happen. That they were all going to make me their plaything.”
“But once it started?”
“Well yes, it was very erotic. As I told you yesterday, those kids were very advanced for their age. They knew exactly what to do to arouse me. I really did get carried away by it all.”
“Would you do it again?”
“I haven’t really thought about that. It would be hard to recapture the spontaneity of what happened there. And I am not really into people of that age, although another session with one or two of those young, well endowed men might not be unpleasant.”
“So that’s one series that stands out. Is there another?”
“Well, the one image that’s burned into my mind, that I keep flashing back to, is the scene with Sandrine where you are sat back on the couch, she is straddling you, and you are fucking her with the black dildo. That was pretty awesome. You both looked magnificent.”
“I wondered if that would be one of your favourites. As you know, women are not really my thing, but with Sandrine it felt different. I really enjoyed our session together.”
“And that hasn’t been the only time I’d guess?”
“No, we’ve had a couple of sessions on our own since then. This casserole is yummy isn’t it? We should do it again.”
“Yes, it’s great, delicious. So what’s different about Sandrine?”
“Sandrine is just a human sex machine, she’ll go any time, anywhere. She’s a great kisser, and can she ever use her magic tongue to good effect. And there’s something about her body, even apart from her breasts. As you can see, she’s quite tall, and she’s sculptured. In a funny kind of way it’s like making love with a black man, but without the cock and with big boobs. She excites me more and differently from any other woman I’ve met.”
By now, we are sitting in front of empty plates, and it is time for me to head back inside for the casserole as you sit back looking radiant in the soft light of the late sunset.
Main course is delivered to the table and as we sit savouring the casserole, now it’s my turn to ask a question that’s been stuck in my mind since yesterday, “Tell me about Timmy. It’s been a while since you let another white guy fuck you.”
“I like to think that I fucked him,” you smile at me, “he really couldn’t do much about it, could he? Timmy is a very nice young man, very attractive. He’s got a great body and a cock that could belong on any of my black lovers. He felt very good in me, and I certainly had a great time torturing him..”
“Would you like to see him again?”
“Actually, I have already given that some thought. I don’t want to see him on my own, but I would like to invite him here for a weekend. I am sure that he would come.”
“Sounds like you have already had some interesting thoughts about that.”
“Oh, I have. Very definitely. I think it would be nice for me to have you both here as my slaves for the weekend serving all my needs. Of course there would be some delicious whippings, and I’d really like to see how high Timmy’s pain threshold is, and how he would respond to some serious breath play. But what really excites me is seeing the two of you together.”
“The two of us?”
“Yes. He’s certainly bisexual, maybe even a preference for gay sex. I have this image running through my mind of the two of you in your leather harnesses and hoods sitting next to each other on our leather couch. I want to sit back and play with myself as I watch the two of you masturbate each other, and then suck each other’s cocks until you cream in each other’s mouth. Then I want to share a big kiss with you both.”
“That could be a lot of fun.”
“Oh yes, I get very excited at that thought. But what gets me really excited is that at some point in the weekend, each of you would take turns to fuck me, and as you are doing that, the other would be ass fucking you. Imagine that. Your cock fucking me, and Timmy’s cock fucking you. Usually we’re talking about me trying something new, now it’s your turn for once. ”
“Actually, I think I would like to try that. I mean you have used a black dildo on me in the past, why not the real thing?”
“He’s big,” you observe, “we would have to prepare you for the experience.”
“That could be fun as well.”
I look at the plates, which have been empty for some time. “Time for dessert?” I ask.
You smile at me, “No, after all this discussion about sex, it’s time for me to fuck you, I think. We’re going over to the pool lounger over there and you are going to eat me for pre-pre-desert, and then I’m going to fuck you for pre-dessert.”
“Sounds like fun.”
We move over to the lounger and exchange a deep kiss during which your dress shirt comes off and my shorts get dropped. You fall back on the lounger and I kneel between your spread thighs and start to pleasure you with my tongue and fingers. You taste so good.
Conversation is very limited for the next ten or fifteen minutes except for an occasional “Ooh that feels so good” from you, and finally a loud satisfied gasp as you reach a third delightful orgasm.
After a moment or two, we trade places, me on my back on the lounger, you kneeling on the cushion, taking my cock into your mouth. With the cock ring providing assistance, it doesn’t take you long to bring me to a painful, turgid erection at which point you climb on top of me, straddling me with your legs, and impale yourself on my cock.
For me it feels deliciously painful as you thrust up and down on top of me. For you, well it does not take long until you are having your fourth orgasm of the night, and then your fifth. I caress your breasts and play with your nipple rings, which only serves to arouse you further. You know just how to pace yourself so that I am kept on the edge of my own orgasm, until finally I can’t hold out any longer.
“I’m about to cum, Mistress,” I gasp. Now, you pull yourself off me and watch as I take hold of my cock and masturbate myself to a shuddering orgasm, making sure that my cum lands in the palm and fingers of my other hand. When I have squeezed out the last few drops, you watch as I put my hand to my lips and suck and lick off the strands of cum. Only when that’s done, do you climb back on the top of me and give me another lingering, passionate cum shared kiss.