a sex holiday. - Sex Stories

a sex holiday.

... said in a k**ding voice, as we both dug into our food. I was famished. Using Mindy’s body had really worked up an appetite. We had both ordered off of the breakfast menu and the food was delicious. “He’s kinda cute. Do you think I’d break him” she giggled “You’d kill him in bed. You’d be convicted of manslaughter” I came back. I decided to take a chance and followed up on this thought. “I did have something else in mind, though. But, I don’t know that you could handle it” “What? Do you have another torture device to go with those nipple clamps?” she said, her voicing betraying a little anger, and worry. But she tired to sound tough. “Yes, actually, I do. But, what I had in mind is all pleasure, no pain. Well, except the part where I ravage that tight ass of yours.” “Pshhhhhhh” she spat at me “If that’s as bad as it gets I can take anything you throw at me.” “Wanna bet?” I asked, and then hesitated to gauge her reaction. She just lifted her eyebrows telling me to continue. “How about this; I tell you what I have in mind. If you’re right, and you’re up for it, then afterwards, we’re done. No more sex of any kind. You’re a free woman and will have fulfilled your end of the deal. If you’re wrong, and you don’t want to do it, I get ANOTHER extra day back home. That would be enough time to almost repeat this whole weekend.” Mindy had stopped chewing, and looked intrigued. “How long would this take?” “Two hours or less” “Where would we be doing it at?” she asked, trying to gain ...

... both information and confidence. “Right here. But, we’re not playing twenty questions. What’ll it be? Door number one or maybe I have to figure something else out up in our room?” I added that last bit as an implied threat. I couldn’t spank her, but I had hinted there was worse in the goody bag. “No pain, right. Well other than…..” “Yes or No, Chickenheart?” I sang to her. “Fuck you. I’m in. What the hell do want to do to me? She said with a smile and a challenge in her voice. I told her. “W….what? You expect me to have sex with another woman? That’s sick.” Mindy said, but she didn’t sound too disgusted to me. “You’ve come this far. How bad would it really be?” I pushed. Then as she just sat there in contemplation I asked “Do you want something from the bar?” Mindy lost inhibitions while under the influence, so I figured this could help. “Are you going to make me, you know, do her vagina?” she asked uneasy. I laughed. “Her vagina? Oh, Lord.” I said laughing again. Then I answered her question in a serious voice. “No rules, young lady. You are my slave, I could be telling you to do this, but I like the relationship we have developed. I like it when you do things willingly. It’s better for me. It’s hotter” I’m gambling a bit here. That could piss her off, reminding her she is still under my thumb. Plus, if I have misread her, and I’m not a fucking expert on women, and she is still faking all of this, she won’t give a damn about the so-called relationship we have established. “You ...