The Innkeeper
by Chris Snow
Copyright
2012 by Chris Snow
Smashwords Edition
Author’s
Note:
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters in this work are at least 18 years of age
The
Innkeeper
Chapter 1
I am a 52 year old widower who runs a small B and B in a southern state. Although I have been single for a number of years, I have not lacked for intimate female companionship. Every few months or so a woman guest seems to appreciate my charming hospitality and my six foot two relatively slender frame enough to stay an extra night or two in my little hotel.
My place is in a secluded area and is very private. The metal gate at the driveway entrance can be closed when I want to discourage sight seers. There are three guest suites, situated in separate buildings around an irregularly shaped swimming pool. Flowering bushes and lush greenery give it the appearance of a small village lost in the jungle.
It was summer, hot and sultry. Only one suite had been booked for the weekend, reserved through my website by a Mr. Jack Norwood. At about 3 o’clock on Friday afternoon I heard the purr of an expensive car pull up to the main house. I went out on the porch and watched as a distinguished looking older man came up the walk, holding a small suitcase in one hand and guiding a very beautiful young woman with the other. A shiny deep green Jaguar was parked in the shade of the large oak near my entrance.
“Good afternoon,” I said. “You must be Jack Norwood.”
“That’s right,” he replied. “And this is my wife Laurel.”
I tried to keep from staring at the woman as I greeted them. She looked like she could be his daughter. I was wondering how such an old guy got a babe like that, and then I looked again at the Jaguar and sighed.
“Welcome to The Hideaway Inn,” I said. “I have been expecting you. My name is Stephen.”
Laurel smiled but did not say anything. Her husband looked around and seemed pleased. “It is indeed very private,” he said. “Just as advertised on your website.”
“Oh yes,” I was quick to agree. “And as you are the only guests this weekend, you will have the place to yourselves, except for me of course.”
“Excellent,” he said. “We have driven a long way on a very hot day, and are looking forward to relaxing in the pool.”
“Right this way,” I said.
As I led them through the main house to their suite I took every opportunity to check out my gorgeous house guest. Whoever coined the term “eye candy” must have been thinking about her. I guessed her age at about 25. She was tall and blonde, with well tanned, creamy skin and soft blue eyes. Her facial features came together in that indescribable way that can only be called beautiful.
But it was her body that really made my heart beat faster. She was wearing a tight sleeveless T shirt, and equally snug cotton slacks. Her high heeled sandals forced her slender body to curve in just the right way. I don’t think I had ever seen a more provocative display of tits and ass.
My B&B is built around the pool, with gardens everywhere. The main house is on one side, and has a dining area and bar that face the pool. My rooms are toward the front near the entrance. I took my guests through the bar and out the French doors onto the patio beside the pool.
“Fantastic,” exclaimed Jack. “What do you think Laurel? Is this a nice place to spend the weekend?”
“Oh yes,” she said. “I can’t wait to get out of these hot clothes and into that refreshing looking water.”
I couldn’t wait for her to do it either. Suddenly I remembered lots of things I had to do in the bar area that afternoon. Laurel would be on display only a few feet away.
“Your suite is right over there,” I said, pointing to the little cabin surrounded by flowering bushes and shaded by another old southern oak.
They went quickly to their room. I always offer my afternoon-arriving guests a special rum drink of my own concoction, and I stayed in the bar area to prepare it. It was still sloshing around in the blender when Laurel came running out of their cabin in a neon green bikini that would stop six lanes of traffic.
That eye-grabbing bikini was trying its best to hold in Laurel’s thrusting tits and round little ass, but it was a losing battle. As she jumped into the water I just caught a glimpse of little ribbons at the halter between her breasts and at the sides of the bottom. I wondered if those little pieces of cloth would come away if you pull on the ribbons. My imagination was projecting scenes faster than a porn flick on fast forward.
Jack stood at the edge of the pool and smiled as he watched her. I thought I could detect a bulge in the front of his very conservative swimming trunks. He was not fat and seemed to be in reasonable shape for an old guy, but there was no hiding the sagging skin on his chest and stomach.
I went out and handed him the rum drink. It was in a large, ice cold ceramic tumbler. One of these babies would set your head spinning, and they go down sooo easy.
“Thanks,” he said, and took a big swallow. “That’s really good.”
I had made one for myself as well, and I sipped it as we stood there and watched Laurel scissor her long legs in conjunction with a slow breast stroke up and down the length of the pool.
“You have a very beautiful wife,” I said, not stopping to think that he might be offended by having another man so openly leering at his wife. But he just smiled and looked at me.
“I think the proper term is Trophy Wife,” he said. “I am a wealthy man and I have decided to enjoy my remaining years to the fullest. I am pleased that you admire her. Part of the pleasure is having other men envy me.”
I had not expected him to respond in such a personal way to a complete stranger, and I didn’t know quite what to say. He seemed to sense my discomfort.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “When you are my age and you meet someone you like, you cut through the chit chat and try to get to know the person quickly. I can tell just from the way you have designed and decorated this little hotel that you appreciate beauty and want to stimulate the senses of your guests. I am the same way. I hope you will join Laurel and me for a swim before dinner.”
I was intrigued. “I would be happy to,” I said. “Let me bring a drink for Laurel, and then I will change into my suit. Dinner is all prepared and I can serve it whenever you wish.”
“Fine,” he said, and he eased into the pool to swim toward the gorgeous creature who was giving him a very sexy come hither smile.
It took only a minute for me to pour another tumbler and place it beside the pool for Laurel. She was playfully swimming away from her husband as he tried to catch her by the ankle. The pool was not that big, and I knew he would corner her soon. I hurried away to get into my bathing suit.
After I changed I decided to put on the “no vacancy” sign and lock the front gate. These guests seemed to value the privacy of my location, and I did not want some late arriving tourist to disturb things. If Jack wanted me to envy him I just might get to see some interesting things later on.
When I came back out to the pool, Laurel was lying on her stomach on the hot tiles beside the water. Jack was standing in the water rubbing suntan lotion slowly up and down the backs of her legs, all the way up to the edge of her bikini.
“Do you have any more lotion,” he asked. “Our bottle is about empty.”
“Yes, I have some very good coconut oil lotion in the bar. I’ll get it.”
Returning with the lotion I was surprised to see Jack sitting on the side of the pool opposite from where Laurel was laying. He was not going to put any lotion on her from that position.
“I’ll put the lotion down here near Laurel when you need to put more on her,” I said.
“She needs more on her right now,” he said, smiling at me. “Would you please do it?”
I looked at him for a long moment, trying to interpret the situation. He held my eyes and nodded, effectively giving me permission to feel up his wife. Laurel had her head turned so that she was not looking at either of us, and she did not move as she heard her husband ask a man she had just met to rub lotion on her nearly naked body.
Hey, an innkeeper is supposed to fulfill the wishes of his guests, right? I picked up the lotion and slid into the water beside Laurel. The sun was hot and the lotion that Jack had put on her legs had already largely evaporated. My coconut oil lotion was thicker and would protect her better. I decided to redo her legs.
Starting at one ankle I dribbled a stream of lotion up over her calve and the back of her thigh. Then I repeated the process on the other leg. Putting down the bottle I looked over at Jack. He was watching us intently and nodded again. The thought went through my head that this might turn him on as much as me.
Slowly with just the tips of my fingers I began rubbing the lotion into her hot skin. When I went high on her thigh near her bikini I could feel a little shudder in her body. Her face was still turned away. I poured on more lotion and began massaging it into her flesh with my whole hand, and then with both hands.
She shuddered again and I took that as a signal that she liked what I was doing. Boldly I slid both hands up the backs of her legs, one on each thigh, all the way to the top.
“Ahh,” she whispered.
At this point Jack eased into the water and came across the pool toward us. “Spread your legs, Laurel,” he said. “Our friend needs to put lotion on the insides of your thighs. You don’t want to get sunburned there, especially not there.”
Laurel did not hesitate. Her legs opened up so that her feet were a good two feet apart. There were fine wispy golden blonde hairs poking out from her bikini between her legs, and the aroma coming from her was a sensual mixture of coconut, sweat, and arousal. I teased the hairs with my fingertips as I covered her inner thighs with more lotion. The oil on my finger tips made the hairs stand up and glisten in the sun. Her ass began to move in a slow circle, and barely audible sounds of pleasure came from her mouth.
It was clear now that the little ribbons on the side of the bikini were what held it together. A little tug and the cloth would be released to spring up and away from her bubble-shaped ass. I longed to run my slippery hands over that bare flesh.
“I think that’s enough for her legs,” said Jack, who was now standing beside me. “Do her back.”
Again I dribbled the lotion onto her preliminary to rubbing it in. I laid down four wet stripes, from the top of her bikini bottom to her shoulders. Then I turned to her husband. “Would you like to do her back?” I asked.
“No, you are doing fine. Just be sure to get in under the halter strap.”
So I went to work. I must say it was not as much fun as doing her upper legs, but she seemed to enjoy it. After a few minutes I looked at Jack and asked the million dollar question, “What about her front?”
“Why of course you have to do her front,” he said.
Finally Laurel reacted to the situation. “Please Jack, this is embarrassing me. I don’t need lotion on my front if there is no sun on it. And the sun is going down anyway.”
Jack’s eyes hardened. His voice was firm and commanding. “Laurel, you will do as I tell you. You know what happens when you fail to obey.”
She sounded miffed. “Why do you have to humiliate me in front of strangers?”
“Because I want to. And I don’t consider this nice man a stranger. Now roll over.”
Every woman I have ever known would have jumped up cursing at that point and left us. But Jack seemed to have absolute power over his wife. She turned over on her back and put one arm over her eyes.
“No, no you don’t,” he said firmly. “Take that arm down. We want to see your face.”
Her arm came down and rested at her side. She looked at us with a combination of resignation and growing excitement. Her firm breasts relaxed against her chest, but I could see through the thin bikini that her nipples were erect and hard. She pressed her legs together.
He was obviously not pleased with her resistance. Using his thumb and index finger he pinched one of her nipples through the material, causing her to gasp and arch her back. “Open those legs,” he said. “We want complete access to your body.”
In less than a second her legs were spread wide. But he did not release his hold on her nipple.
“I did it. They’re open,” she cried. “You’re hurting me.”
“Are you going to stop this foolishness and obey me?” he said, still squeezing her.
“Yes, yes, god yes….”
Jack let her go and looked at me. “Sometimes she needs to be reminded of her place,” he said. “What good is a trophy wife if she won’t obey? Later tonight I will punish her. Maybe you can help me.”
I had watched this scene not believing what I was seeing. How did he get this power over such a beautiful creature? And he seemed to want to share her with me. It was incredible. My cock was hard as the railing on the pool stairs.
“Time to oil her front,” he said. “I don’t think she will object any more.”
This time I poured the oil all in one place, in a puddle right on her navel. Then with one hand I began spreading it in an ever expanding circle, dipping low to her bikini bottom and high to her top.
Jack saw that my movement was being restricted by her halter top. “This is a special bikini design,” he said. “I found it in a boutique in Jamaica. You just pull these little ribbons like so, and presto, no more bikini top.”
The top fell away, revealing a pair of beautiful breasts with long, hard nipples set into large pink areoles. She was now completely resigned and sighed as we admired her. “The sun feels good,” she said.
“Don’t want to burn these beauties,” I said. Ever so slowly I began dripping coconut oil on her tits, trying to hit the tips of her nipples. The sensation was making her squirm.
“You do one, and I’ll do the other,” said Jack. “She’ll like this.”
We both began rubbing our respective mammaries with the hot lotion, giving lots of attention to the nipples. Immediately her breathing became deeper.
“This lotion needs to be worked into the skin very well to do its job,” I said. I loved the feel of her tit in my hand and wanted to keep it there. Jack just smiled at me and gave me another of his permissive nods. Laurel was starting to roll her hips from side to side as we worked on her.
Since I had one hand free and there was still a puddle of lotion in her navel, I put my hand there and slowly pushed the oily solution downward. My hand reached the top of her bikini bottom and kept going, sliding under the fabric. No longer was I thinking about what I what doing or whether it was acceptable to them.
“Here, let me help you,” said Jack, as he deftly released the little ribbons at the sides of her bikini bottom. Then with a slow, steady motion he pealed the cloth down and away from her pussy. My slick, oil covered hand followed, covering her hot pussy.
“Oh god, what are you doing to me? I don’t need lotion down there. Ohhhh, god.”
After massaging the oil over her entire mound I bent over to examine it closely. Her hairs had been neatly trimmed, but still stood out about half an inch from her soft skin. They were a dark blonde and glistened in the sun with the oil. I used my finger tips to gently work the lotion into them. It was clear that the oil was not the only thing making her wet. The coconut scented aroma coming from her was indescribably erotic.
“Ohhhh my god……ahhhhhhh…….that feels so good……..yesss….right there…..ohhh.”
Her hips were now moving in a big circle, thrusting upward against my hand. My other hand was still squeezing her tit, and Jack was rubbing a stiff nipple between his fingers.
“Hold still, my dear,” he said. “I want our friend to be able to examine you properly. Let’s see if he can find that internal G spot that you like so much.”
There was a challenge I couldn’t resist. I bent down until my face was inches from her pussy and began to use the fingers of both hands to explore her. She stopped twisting and pushed her hips up to open herself for me. Her clit was clearly visible, and though I avoided touching in directly with my finger, I could not resist putting out my tongue and dabbing it on the super sensitive tip.
“Ahhhhhhhh…….more…….more……..please more…….”
“Not yet my little slut,” I said. “I don’t want you coming until I find that magic spot.” Calling her a slut just slipped out of me, and I was afraid I was going to offend them both. But Jack just laughed, and Laurel groaned and pushed her pussy towards my mouth, letting me know that being humiliated was part of her turn on.
Continuing my search for the Holy Grail, I inserted my long middle finger in her slick, tight hole and curled it upward toward her stomach. It didn’t take long to find the little knot of nerves that was her G spot. She reacted immediately and began bouncing her ass on the hard surface of the pool deck.
“Ohhhhhh…….that’s it…….yessss…..ahhhhh…. so gooooood…..”
“Stop!” said Jack. “Don’t let her come. Let’s keep her at this pitch for a while.”
Reluctantly I removed my hand. Laurel lay there whimpering, her hips still moving from side to side. “Pleaseeee…..”
“No my dear,” said Jack. “This is part of your punishment for resisting earlier. Now you will have to wait. But I promise you it will be worth it. Now turn over on your stomach. My friend and I want to play with your ass.”
She did as he told her. He reached up to a nearby pool chair and pulled down a small cushion. A slap on her bare ass made her raise her hips so he could slide the cushion under her stomach. The position made her little round ass protrude provocatively, and we both began to run our hands over it. It was hot and slick, and undulated slightly under our hands as her muscles clinched and released.
“She is amazing,” I said. “How did you get this gorgeous creature so completely under your power?”
He laughed. “We made a simple deal. I set aside a portion of my fortune, and for every year we are married I transfer ten percent of it to her name. In ten years she will be a very rich 37 year old woman, and I will probably be dead. But I can divorce her at any time, and the payments stop. She knows that I will divorce her if she fails to please me. Of course, if she doesn’t like being married to me, she is free to leave.”
“I am not going anywhere,” she purred and rolled her hips under our hands.
“There is another reason she submits to me,” he continued. “Nature gave her not only beauty, but an incredible sex drive, one that is most fully aroused by being dominated. I make sure she gets all that she needs.”
“Do you often involve other people?”
“Fairly often,” he said. “Both men and women.”
This last comment made me think of a woman friend who lived a few miles away. I knew she was bisexual and would love to get her hands on this beautiful girl.
“Ummmmm,” I said. Then without thinking I reached for the coconut oil and poured a few ounces down the crack of her ass. My index finger followed and slid easily into her hole. A little shove and it was fully imbedded.
“Ohhhhhh…..”
Good move,” said Jack. “Her ass is very sensitive. You should see her react to a vibrating butt plug.”
“I would like to see that,” I said. “But right now I am so turned on that I just want to fuck her.”
He gave her a questioning look. “I’m more than ready,” she said.
“All right,” he said. “But I will direct the action. Both of you follow me. I have already picked out the perfect spot.”
I withdrew my finger and followed Jack up the tiled stairs to the terrace. Laurel got up and came after us. Her naked and oiled body gleamed in the fading sunlight. He led us toward a low stone wall with a smooth top, about the height of a garden bench. Along the way he grabbed a long narrow cushion from a chaise lounge.
The low wall divided two flower beds and butted up against a high stone retaining wall. Jack placed the cushion on the top of the low wall, effectively creating a padded bench with the other wall as a back rest.
“This will do nicely,” he said. Then turning to me, “I want you to sit on the bench with your back up against the wall and your legs out in front of you.”
I was thinking that this guy was some kind of frustrated movie director, but I wasn’t about to argue. My cock was making a big tent in my swimming trunks as I sat on the bench, stretched my legs out on the cushion, and leaned back. I put my hands behind my head and looked at Laurel.
She didn’t need to be told what to do. Without hesitating she knelt down in the flowers beside the bench and began playing with my cock through my swimsuit. One hand gently rubbed and squeezed on top of the suit, while the other snaked up my leg and reached under a leg opening. I dropped my feet off the bench to either side to let my thighs open up to give her easy access to my balls. Her fingers quickly found them. I gasped and arched my back in pleasure and need.
“That’s enough of that,” said Jack. “You’d better get on with it before you lose him.”
Laurel smiled at me and withdrew her hand. Then she expertly undid the cord at the waist of my suit and began to pull it down.
“Lift your hips a little honey,” she said. “I can’t fuck you with your pants on.”
Off came my suit, leaving me positioned almost on my back with my hard cock pointing up like the proverbial flag pole. She swung one leg over me so that she was straddling my hips, and guiding me into her with her hand, she slowly but steadily lowered herself. My cock went into her like a finger into wet clay.
“Ahhhhhh,” came from both of our mouths. The feeling was exquisite and for a moment neither of us moved. Then the sight of her firm tits and hard nipples in front of my face inspired me to grab her breasts in my hands and use them as handles to twist her body. She sensed what I wanted and began a slow gyration of her hips, while at the same time squeezing me with well-trained internal muscles.
My head was spinning but I managed to glance at Jack to see how he was reacting to all this. His eyes were hot and his hand was moving on the front of his bathing suit. “Good girl,” he said. “Bring him off and you can come with him.”
Chapter 2
Well she brought me off all right, and it was a good thing I had closed the gate because we both made a lot of noise. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I had ever fucked and probably the sexiest. The fact that she was so turned on made me as excited as I had ever been. Old Jack sure had himself a trophy.
Afterwards he helped her get off of me and gave her a very loving kiss. “Good job, my dear. I enjoyed watching that very much. I almost wish I didn’t have to punish you tonight.”
She gave him a pouty look and swiveled her hips. I suspected that she was looking forward to whatever punishment he had in mind. God she was sexy.
“Let’s go get dressed for dinner,” he said. “You certainly can’t go to the dining room like that.”
He took her hand and they walked side by side to their room. I picked up my bathing suit and carried it to my room in the front of the hotel. The sun was down behind the big oak trees, signaling that it was time to start preparing dinner. But first I decided to call my friend Elizabeth and see if she wanted to join us. I did not think Jack would mind at all. Elizabeth was a stunning-looking woman, even if she was a good fifteen years older than trophy Laurel.
She answered on the first ring. “Hi Elizabeth. This is your favorite innkeeper.”
“Hi yourself. I was just thinking about you.”
“That’s interesting. What were you thinking?”
“That I don’t have anything going on this weekend and might like to enjoy your stimulating company, and other things.” Elizabeth was never shy.
“Well as a matter of fact I have some very unusual guests this weekend that I think you would enjoy meeting. I’m calling to invite you to come for dinner.”
“I would love to,” she said. “Tell me about these interesting guests.”
“They are an older, apparently very rich gentleman and his young, very sexy trophy wife. The man is very proud of his trophy and likes to show her off in various ways.”
“Sounds intriguing. But I think you are not telling me everything. What are these ways?”
“You will see tonight. He has told her she is to be punished for being disobedient earlier today, and he may want our help in administering the punishment.”
There was a long pause, and I heard Elizabeth take a deep breath. I could imagine her rising excitement at this prospect. Finally she said, “In that case I will bring some of my toys. You know what I like.”
“I know very well, my dear Elizabeth. That’s why I called you. And you know that I like it too. We are going to have some fun tonight.”
Now there was real excitement in her voice. “What time do you want me to come?”
“In about an hour. You can join us for cocktails before dinner.”
I spent the next hour fussing over my already prepared dinner of pasta and chicken. For dessert I planned to serve ice cream and strawberries with a homemade chocolate sauce. I set the table for four people, with candles and flowers from my garden. My senses were on edge, anticipating a sexually exciting evening.
It was almost dark when my phone rang. It was Elizabeth and she sounded upset.
“How do you expect me to come to dinner when you leave your gate locked? It’s a good thing I brought my cell phone.”
Opps. I had so many sexual scenarios going through my head I had forgotten about the gate. “Sorry,” I said. “I’ll be right there.”
I jogged down the driveway and opened the gate. Elizabeth was standing outside her BMW with her hands on her hips, but she was smiling. She looked stunning in a yellow sundress with a tight, low cut top. A large black onyx pendent on a silver chain hung down to the valley entrance that marked her deep cleavage. Her dark hair was piled on the top of her head, with a few wisps kissing the tops of her ears. Even on the gravel driveway, her high heels forced her ample ass to protrude in a most provocative way. She wore designer glasses and looked like a sexy, no nonsense school teacher who had gotten dressed up for a PTA meeting.
“You are such a bad boy,” she said. “You have locked your place up like a fort. I wonder what has been going on in there.”
“You wouldn’t believe me,” I said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “Bring your car in and I will lock the gate behind you. I don’t want any more guests tonight.”
She raised her eyebrows but did as I told her. After locking the gate I followed her up the drive and met her as she was removing a small leather case from her trunk.
“Nice wheels,” she said, eyeing the Jaguar. “I hope your guests are as attractive as their car.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I see you brought your little bag of toys.”
“Yes indeed, and I have an interesting new item you haven’t seen yet. I am ready to put this trophy wife through her paces.”
“Not too fast, my dear. We must take our cues from the husband. He is definitely an alpha type who likes to control everything.”
“Delicious,” she said. “Maybe I will control her and he will control me.”
“That’s what I like about you. You enjoy playing any role, as long as it’s sexual.”
“Grrrrrr.”
We went into the house and over to the bar. I poured us both a large glass of a Chardonnay that I knew she liked. There was no sign of our guests.
Elizabeth took her wine and went into the living room. She put her leather case on the top of a chest where it would be easy to access when the time was right. From the look in her eyes, I could tell she was excited. I went over to her and wrapped my hand around the big knot of hair on her head, bringing her face up to mine so I could kiss her. Her lips parted under mine and I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. Then I let her go and backed off to renew sipping my wine.
“My goodness,” she exclaimed, her face flush. “We are ready aren’t we?”
At that moment Jack and Laurel came into the room. “Good evening,” he said. “I see you have another guest for dinner. I assume she’s aware of the nature of this evening’s festivities.”
Elizabeth and I both stood there speechless. We couldn’t take our eyes off of Laurel. Her hands were manacled together in front of her with what looked like leather handcuffs. She was wearing a tight, turquoise sheath dress with strange looking flaps of the same fabric over her breasts and ass. Perched on ridiculously high heels she was almost as tall as her husband. Her eyes were shining and she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Jack stood to the side enjoying the effect. Finally he said, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”
“Oh, sorry. This is my friend and neighbor, Elizabeth. Elizabeth, this is Mr. Norwood, and his wife Laurel.”
I don’t know why I came out with “Mr. Norwood” instead of “Jack,” but it did seem appropriate given his commanding presence and his wife in shackles. He did not correct me.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Norwood,” said Elizabeth, meekly extending her hand and ignoring Laurel. Apparently between my comment about Jack being an alpha male and my calling him Mister Norwood, she accepted him as being the dominant personality in the room.
“The pleasure is mine,” he said, holding on to her hand and her eyes. She made no move to free herself.
“I hope you will enjoy yourself this evening and that you will not become sassy like my wife here. She has been a bad girl today, and she will soon learn there are consequences.”
At this Laurel looked down and shuddered. I was amazed that things were moving so fast and didn’t know quite what to do. Elizabeth kept standing there with her hand out stretched looking at Jack.
“Ah, can I get you a drink?” I offered.
Jack released Elizabeth’s hand and turned to me. “Yes indeed. I will have some of that same wine you two are drinking, and you’d better give Laurel a glass. She’s going to need it.”
I poured them two glasses and topped off my own. There was a second bottle in the ice bucket, and I began to open it, thankful for something to do. Laurel gripped her glass in her two bound hands and drank it all.
“Your wife is very beautiful,” said Elizabeth. “It’s unfortunate that she has displeased you today. I think that a woman should suffer the consequences if she displeases her man.”
My eyes popped open even wider. Elizabeth was moving things right along.
“I am glad you agree,” said Jack. “That’s why she is wearing these wrist cuffs. She knows that at this point any resistance to my will is futile, but I find that restraints heighten her sense of helplessness. There will be additional restraints before we are through tonight. And I want you to notice the loose fabric over certain areas of her body. She is quite naked under that fabric.”
That revelation certainly got my attention. Laurel’s tits were pushing hard against that little flap and I could imagine what they would look like if the material were pulled aside. And the same was true of her ass. It was an ingenious dress.
Elizabeth’s eyes were hot. “If I might make a suggestion,” she said. “I think her hands should be cuffed behind her. It will leave her more vulnerable. And then you could use a Velcro strap to bind her upper arms together, increasing her vulnerability even more.”
Jack smiled broadly. “Excellent ideas. Elizabeth, you are obviously a connoisseur of such things. But where am I going to get a Velcro strap?”
I knew the answer to that one. Elizabeth walked over to where her leather case rested on the chest and opened the lid. She turned and came away with a black strap several feet long with Velcro hooks on one side and eyes on the other. I knew from experience that you could wrap that strap tightly around anything and hold it in place.
Laurel licked her lips and held out her glass for more wine. She knew it would be her last chance. I quickly obliged her, and topped off my own glass again.
Not satisfied with just taking the strap, Jack pushed past Elizabeth and went over to the leather case. One by one he began removing items and putting them on the chest.
“Well, what have we here? Padded wrist and ankle cuffs. A couple of kinds of nipple clamps. A nice leather riding crop. A short little whip with leather thongs. And this telescoping plastic rod that looks really wicked. Here’s even a collapsible enemy bag and hose. And what’s in this little box? Ah, little vibrators of different shapes, and an assortment of feathers. Elizabeth, you are a naughty woman.”
Elizabeth pouted and looked down. I think she was embarrassed by having her toys laid out for all to see, even though I knew that she liked both using the toys and having them used on her.
Rummaging around in the bottom of the case Jack came up with one more item. It appeared to be an old-fashioned fly swatter, the kind with a twisted wire handle and a rough fabric pad with holes in it at the end. I had not seen this particular toy before, but I could imagine how it could be used to spank a sensitized tit or pussy. This must have been the surprise new item that Elizabeth had referred to.
“Well, this is an unusual item,” he said. “I can use it to make sure there are no flies on my women.”
Jack laughed at his own joke and waved the swatter in the air. Then he pretended to see a fly on Elizabeth’s ass and gave her a hard slap.
“Ouch,” she cried. “That hurt.”
“Good,” he said. “I think I will start with this on my disobedient wife.”
He took the Velcro strap and gave it to me. “You do the honors. Cuff Laurel’s hands behind her and bind her arms together. I want to give her a taste of what’s to come before we have dinner.”
I stepped in front of Laurel and looked at her beautiful face as I unclipped the little leather chain between her wrists cuffs. Her eyes seemed to plead for help, but at the same time showed excitement. I gave her a quick kiss; then moving behind her, I pulled her wrists back and reattached the leather chain. A couple of turns of the Velcro strap around her upper arms pulled her shoulders back and made her breasts thrust forward. A little whimper forced its way through her parted lips.
“Tighter,” ordered Jack.
I released the Velcro and pulled it tighter on her arms. She whined louder this time, but that didn’t deter me from securing the Velcro in the new position. While I was back there I decided to check under the flap of fabric that covered her butt. I raised it with one hand and felt her bare skin with the other. Her dress framed the perfect globe of her ass and presented a picture that was so erotic I almost lost it right there. I gave her a couple of slaps and squeezes and then stood back.
“Well, Elizabeth,” said Jack. “Is this the effect you had in mind?”
Elizabeth was taking some deep breaths. “There is one more thing, Mr. Norwood,” she said. “You need to secure her to a post so that she cannot bend over. Then her exposure and vulnerability will be complete.”
“Ummm, there is that post between the living room and the dining room. Do we have something to use to tie her?”
“All you need is a scarf around her neck and the post,” said Elizabeth. “That would make her keep her head up. There is a scarf in the side pocket of my case that I sometimes use as a blindfold.”
“Excellent,” he said. “We won’t need it as a blindfold. I like to see her eyes when I whip her.”
Elizabeth retrieved the scarf and the two of us led Laurel over to the post. I think she was genuinely scared at this point. She probably had never been restrained in such a way. Once we had tied the scarf she was positioned on her high heels with the entire front of her body thrust forward.
Jack spoke to Elizabeth. “I want your help in this. You are to do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she quickly responded.
“Now slide that fabric away from her chest and expose her tits.”
Elizabeth lifted the flap and tucked it behind Laurel’ shoulders. Her bare tits with their prominent nipples stood up big and firm. Laurel seemed proud of their size and tried to push them out even more.
“Examine them, Elizabeth. See how stiff and ready for punishment those nipples are,” ordered Jack.
Elizabeth put a hand on each breast and ran her fingers around, over and under them. The women looked into each other’s eyes, Laurel with pleading for understanding, and Elizabeth with cruelty and lust. She ended her examination by pinching both nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, and squeezing until Laurel cried out.
Jack was pleased. “That’s it, Elizabeth. Make the bitch suffer.”
Elizabeth stepped back and the three of us stood in a line facing Laurel. With her head held high against the post and her bare tits on display, she was the picture of vulnerability and helplessness. Jack raised the fly swatter and began tapping it smartly on the top of her left breast.
“Ohhhhh…..that stings……”
He switched to the other breast and gave it three sharp swats.
“Ahhhhhh……” Laurel started stamping her feet.
Elizabeth was watching with smoldering eyes. “Drag the rough fabric across her nipple,” she said to Jack.
Jack smiled and nodded at Elizabeth. “You do know your business,” he said, and he began a slow back and forth scrapping motion across Laurel’s left nipple.
“Ohhhhhh ….shiiiitttt…” Laurel was really squirming now.
The scarf was not tight enough around her neck to keep her from sliding to the side, around the pole, and Jack had to follow her to keep the fly swatter in contact with her tit. I decided to help him by going behind her and holding her ass to keep her in place. Slipping my hands under the loose fabric, I got a good hold on her ass cheeks and squeezed. She squealed and tried to twist away.
“Oh no you don’t,” I said , and I slid one hand down her ass crack and up between her legs. At the same time I used my foot to kick her legs apart. This let my hand go forward and up on to her bare pussy, which I found to be very wet and slippery.
“She’s really turned on,” I announced to the group.
“So am I,” responded Elizabeth.
“Some punishment,” laughed Jack. He looked at me. “We might as well stop and have dinner. Then at least these naughty girls will suffer sexual frustration. We can continue later.”
I was very hard and pretty frustrated myself, but Jack was the director of our little play, so I withdrew my hand from the now moaning Laurel and went to put dinner on.
Chapter 3
When I came out of the kitchen I expected to see Laurel sitting at the table with my other two guests. But there she was, still tethered to the pole with the black scarf, her bare tits and ass on display.
“I decided to leave her there for a while,” said Jack. “I know she’s hungry, but she doesn’t deserve any food yet.”
I shrugged and put the deliciously smelling chicken and pasta casserole on the table. Elizabeth poured more wine into all our glasses.
“At least give me some wine,” whined Laurel.
“Listen to her complaining,” said Jack. “She knows she brought this on herself by disobeying me. Elizabeth, you can give her a sip of wine, but make her pay for it.”
Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled at being invited to add to Laurel’s torment. She took her wine glass and got up from the table. With a little smile on her lips she dipped a finger into the wine and walked up to Laurel and put her wet finger up to Laurel’s lips.
“Suck it like a good slut,” she said.
Laurel licked the finger and then let it slide into her mouth. Elizabeth began a slow rotation to feel the insides of Laurel’s cheeks. With her other hand she cupped a bare breast and lightly squeezed it.
“Don’t you dare bite me,” she said. Then removing her wet finger, she taunted Laurel. “Would you like a real sip of wine now?”
“Yes please. I’m so thirsty.”
Elizabeth raised the wine glass to Laurel’s lips and turned it up so that a prodigious quantity poured into her mouth and down her chin. Laurel gasped and tried to swallow, but before she could manage more than one gulp Elizabeth had her mouth on top of hers, roughly kissing her and probing her mouth with her tongue. Laurel twisted her head in an effort to break the contact, but Elizabeth grabbed her hair and held her in place.
Jack and I watched as we dished the pasta onto our plates. It was a very erotic and exciting scene--the lovely half-naked girl helplessly restrained and being devoured by the sex crazed older woman. I longed to jump up and go fuck them both.
“A nice picture, hey?” Jack commented, as if he were watching a sensual play in a small theater. “Your friend Elizabeth seems quite taken with my trophy wife. I do love sharing her with people who appreciate her beauty and her needs.”
I nodded and began eating. After a couple of bites, I raised my glass in a toast to Jack. “You are a most generous guest to share your wife with us in this manner. Elizabeth and I are most appreciative.”
My mock formality was a comic contrast to the scene that was now playing out between Elizabeth and Laurel. Elizabeth had gotten her fill of Laurel’s lips and mouth, and was now proceeding to mount an assault on her pussy. Laurel’s slinky dress was bunched up at her waist, leaving her completely exposed from her belly to her high heeled, fuck-me pumps. Elizabeth was down on one knee exploring and probing.
“Ohhhhh…..godddddd…..”
“Spread your legs my dear,” said Jack. “Open yourself for your friend Elizabeth.”
“I’m not sure she’sss…..my……friend…..ohhhhhh……but she sure knowsssssss…….what she’sssss…….dooooooing……ohhhhhhhh.”
Jack wiped his mouth with one of my good linen napkins and got up from the table and approached the two women. “Don’t you dare let her come,” he said sharply to Elizabeth.
However it appeared that Elizabeth was too far gone to stop herself. As Jack reached her she leaned forward and pushed her mouth onto Laurel’s pussy like it was her last meal. I could imagine her tongue thrusting out and seeking Laurel’s clit.
“Shiiiiiit…… goddddddddd…….. moooooore…….. almoooost.. theeeeere……..” came from the writhing Laurel.
Quickly Jack grabbed Elizabeth by her hair and jerked her back. “Control yourself,” he ordered. “You are as bad as she is. Go sit down at the table and eat your dinner.”
Elizabeth pouted but did as she was told. Jack pulled Laurel’s dress back down and playfully scolded her. “You liked that didn’t you? You are such a horny little wife. Are you still hungry?”
Laurel was still breathing heavily but she managed to look at the food on the table and nod her head.
“Maybe if you are good, our host will feed you some of his delicious casserole,” said Jack.
I took this as an invitation and dished up a plate for Laurel. When Jack showed no sign that he was going to release her, I got up and walked over with her plate and a fork. Jack stepped back.
“Make her earn it,” he said
With the fork I speared a small piece of chicken and pasta and extended it up to her lips. But when she opened her mouth, I pulled it back.
“You have to kiss me first,” I said, and I put my lips two inches away from hers.
She had just enough play in the scarf around her neck to be able to push forward and lick my lips with her tongue. Her tongue was hot and her deep breaths told me how aroused she still was. I let her lick me for a good ten seconds before I leaned into her and drove my tongue into her open mouth.
“Ahhgg…” she moaned and followed my tongue. It was a long kiss and I felt her body squirm.
When I finally pulled back, she whispered to me. “Please, my arms hurt and I’m so hungry. I’ll make it up to you.”
I didn’t respond but instead put the fork full of food into her mouth. She savored it with her eyes closed.
I looked over at Jack. He was standing behind Elizabeth’s chair with his hands down inside the top of her sundress. She was eating her dinner and trying to pretend nothing was happening as he felt her tits, then I saw his hands twist and knew he was starting to roll her nipples between his fingers.
“Ohhhhhh,” Elizabeth moaned and put down her fork. Her shoulders relaxed to give him better access and she leaned her head back to look up at him. It was a perfect picture of what the writers call ‘sweet surrender’.
“Excuse me Mr. Norwood,” I said formally. “Would you mind if I untied your wife? I would like her to do something for me that she can’t really do in her present position.”
He laughed. “Sure, no problem. Bring her over to the table so we can all watch. I think Elizabeth here would like to use her for a few things too.”
I released Laurel from her bounds and led her to the table. She down opposite Elizabeth and I put the plate of casserole in front of her. She began eating immediately, but her eyes were locked on Elizabeth’s.
“My wife seems to be really enjoying her food,” said Jack, still tweaking Elizabeth’s nipples. “What do you think, Elizabeth? Is this the best casserole you’ve ever tasted?”
“I have other tastes,” said Elizabeth. “Please pass the wife.”
Chapter 4
I had never seen Elizabeth so turned on. Laurel’s beauty and submissiveness in combination with Jack’s strength had her on fire. Elizabeth and I had played together many times, but I don’t think I was ever tough enough on her. My concern with her feelings always made me tentative. With Jack she seemed to sense that he was going to do what he wanted, regardless of how she felt, and that excited her more than I ever did. I don’t think she knew I was in the room, or for that matter what room she was in. The way she was looking at Laurel I thought she might climb right over the table to get at her.
For her part Laurel knew the effect she was having and she reveled in it. Between bites of my delicious casserole she stuck out her sauce-covered tongue and aimed it at Elizabeth.
Jack had been standing behind Elizabeth’s chair with his hands down the front of her dress. “Now girls,” said Jack, releasing Elizabeth’s tits and returning to his seat. “Let’s not get carried away…at least not before we have had desert. How about it Mr. Innkeeper? Surely you have some treat for us.”
“Of course,” I said. “It will just take a minute.”
Laurel continued to eat as I went to the kitchen to prepare the strawberries and ice cream. She seemed grateful to have been given the time to finish her dinner before the next ordeal. I heard Jack addressing Elizabeth.
“Do you think Laurel has been punished enough for tonight?” he asked.
“Hardly,” said Elizabeth. “Did you notice her bad manners in the way she let her tongue hang out with food on it?”
Jack laughed. “Yes, that was very bad. What do you think would be a suitable punishment”?”
Elizabeth was quick to respond. “Since she used her tongue to insult us, I think her tongue should have to make amends.”
At that moment I returned with the tray of deserts and saw the horrified expression on Laurel’s face. It was clear that she was afraid of what Elizabeth might make her do with her tongue. Jack just smiled and winked at Elizabeth.
I began to distribute the desert plates. “Home grown strawberries and ice cream. And if you wish you can add a little of this chocolate sauce.”
“Don’t give Laurel any,” said Jack. “She’s going to have to work for her desert.”
The rest of us slurped down our strawberries and ice cream. Elizabeth made a big point of licking her lips while looking at Laurel, who just sat there waiting for what she must have known was to come.
When we had finished Jack looked at me. “Please clear the table. I need to use it as a platform. Elizabeth will help you.”
Elizabeth jumped up and together we took all the dishes into the kitchen. Jack kept his wife’s bowl of strawberries and ice cream off to the side.
“What are you going to do to me?” asked Laurel, a lot of apprehension in her voice.
“Whatever I want, as usual,” was his reply. Slowly he got up and approached Elizabeth, who was standing at the end of the cleared table. She was taking deep breaths and her eyes were hot.
He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, inviting him to kiss her. But instead he put his mouth near her ear and whispered to her. The room was dead quiet and we could all hear what he said.
“I want you to get up on the table and lie on your back with your legs hanging over the end. Our host is going to serve Laurel her strawberries one at time as part of a strawberry hair pie. Maybe he will give her a little ice cream as well. Her sassy little tongue is going to be busy.”
Elizabeth’s body shivered like she had just stepped from a warm house into a snow storm. Without a word she turned and sat on the end of the table and squirmed her cute ass backward. When the backs of her knees hit the edge she lay down. Her head was almost to the other end of the table.
Jack took a hold of the hem of her sun dress and pulled it up. Laurel and I watched as her bare legs were gradually exposed. Higher and higher went the dress and still there was no sign of any other clothing. Finally the dress was bunched up over waist and her curly haired pussy was on full display.
“No panties?” commented Jack. “You are a naughty girl coming here to dinner like that.”
“Ohhhhhh….” Elizabeth was too excited to say anything.
Actually I was not surprised. Elizabeth had come to my inn that way before. She knew that it really turned me on when I felt her ass through her dress and found no panty line. It was a message that she wanted action.
“Come here,” he said to me. “I’ll show you what I want you to do.”
I watched as he took a big strawberry and dipped it into the still cold ice cream. Then he stood between Elizabeth’s legs and leaned over. Using the fingers of his left hand he parted the hairs on her pussy and uncovered her slit. Then, holding the dripping strawberry by its stem he dragged it up and down the valley before lodging it inside her.
Elizabeth’s hips bucked up at him and she let out a loud moan. I could imagine how the cold ice cream must have felt. All the while her head was turned looking at Laurel, who was still seated at the table. They both knew what was coming and their eyes told each other they were ready.
Jack and I stood back. Laurel got up without being asked and took Jack’s place between Elizabeth’s legs. Gallantly I brought up a chair for her to sit on. I thought it was going to take her quite a while to fish out that strawberry with her tongue.
“Good girl,” said Jack to his wife. He turned to look at me and saw how I was admiring the profile of his beautiful wife. This seemed to give him an idea.
“Come here,” he said. “I will prepare her so that you can use the fly swatter to encourage her to eat lots of strawberries.” With that he pulled at a few critical points on the front of her dress and the flap over her breasts same away completely. It must have been secured by some hidden Velcro. Her glorious tits were now bare and hanging down as she bent over to reach the strawberry inside Elizabeth.
It was obvious what he wanted me to do, and I didn’t hesitate. Taking the fly swatter in my hand I pulled over a chair so that I was in the right position to be able to bring the swatter up against Laurel’s hanging melons.
Swat…..swat…. One on each tit got her attention. She bent to her work.
“Ohhhhh….”, came from Elizabeth. Her hips began to undulate.