The Master's Cabin - Sex Stories

The Master's Cabin

... brought you to the cabin over half a year ago, but this time you weren’t blindfolded & gagged after being moved who knew how far in seclusion, totally disoriented as a captive. I glanced up at the sky as I pulled into a small cove and shut off the motor. Turning to you I asked, "You remember how to swim don't you?" You nodded, but replied the water was much too chilly for a dip in early November. I grinned & commented the bottom was shallow enough here we could likely walk ashore if we had to, but dropped the little anchor over the side. "Strip." I ordered as I sat down to remove My jacket, floater jacket & started removing My jeans, only keeping My sneakers on. You warily, slowly complied, shaking, partly from the chill in the air, partly from apprehensiveness of what was to happen next. I tossed My things into the bottom of the boat & took your hand, pulling your things down & you down with Me. I kissed you, caressing your bare goose-bumped skin, nuzzling your nakedness as I pulled you close. "We only stopped to make love!" you commented when I was about to bury my tongue between your taut thighs. I nodded, as you gasped in pleasure while I laved my tongue into your warm, wet slit. I felt your hot mouth engulf my hardness a moment later. We were at a fever pitch when I knelt you up leaning you on one of the seats as I slid easily inside you from behind. In minutes we were both feeling our climaxes flood through us, deep inside you as the little boat splashed gently in the ...

... small cove. I bit the nape of your neck as I withdrew from you and started dressing. Before you had your clothes back on, I'd pulled up the anchor and restarted the motor, & was pulling out onto the lake. You pulled on the t-shirt, fleece jacket & floater jacket fast, sitting naked from the waist down, looking at Me like an indignant duck. I nodded my approval as I looked you over, looking at your bare legs & dripping pussy with appreciation. You finally pulled on the jeans, a couple of minutes before I turned in at another cove, but this one I cut the motor & beached the boat on the small sandy beach. I was un-mounting the motor and told you to bring the oars as I climbed out, pulling the boat further onto the sand. You could see through the bushes the back of a garage-sized building I was striding toward. I had the garage door unlocked and open by the time you caught up, put the small outboard on a stand, took the oars from you & placed them in a rack on the wall. "Come on," I said as I breezed past on the way back to the boat. This time we hefted the boat itself, sliding it over low scrub into the open garage door, swung it around to point out toward the water once again, as you gasped from the effort of lugging the boat up the slope. I closed & locked the door from the inside. Unlocking a steel door in the other end of the building, I took your hand, pulling you through, locking the door behind us, as I clicked on a light switch. In the garage end was an ATV with a cargo ...