This story is the sequel to "Coastal - Slow Descent". You can read it first, but I wouldn't recommend it, since you will not be able to understand the predictament our narrator is in. In this chapter, an important decision is made which influences the complete story from here on. I highly recommend you to take the time to read part 1 before you read this one. For readers who like a story finished and tied with a ribbon: this is not the last part, too.
It is not a BDSM story in the classical sense of "Sub finds Dom/Domme". If you read the first part, you will find a young couple on holiday, falling under the spell of their very enigmatic landlords. Part 1 was filed under "Loving Wifes" because the BDSM content is still low and it has more of a cuckold/cuckquean theme. While setting the stage and introducing the characters, it provides some steamy sex, too.
Many, many thanks again to my fabulous editor, Kirk2004. Any remaining errors are exclusively my own. Also many thanks to every reader who took the time to write a comment for the first part. I love praise (obviously) and constructive criticism is very welcome, too.
Have fun.
1
Once inside the room, there was no chance in hell I would be able to leave again. I must have stood inside the door frame for a long time, but Stephanie never got impatient. She just stood there, bending slightly forward over her desk, with her arms pointed forward to something at the back of it, presenting me with a perfect profile of her outrageous body.
Naked.
Stunning.
Ravishing.
Her long legs stood straight, exhibiting her muscular calves, making her really magnificent bottom jut out proudly. Her smooth, young skin seemed to glow in the low light, calling me onwards. But something else pulled my eyes away from those firm globes, along her very slightly curved belly.
Towards her breasts. Tits. Jugs.
Huge... huge, but nothing saggy about them. Smooth, young, firm, and simply glorious.
How did Susan feel as she undressed this goddess, opening the clasp of her bra? Surely she hoped for them to droop, to sag, in order to feel at least a bit superior about the tightness of her own very much smaller breasts.
What did it feel like to be confronted with those perfect monsters, after she had peeled away the lace? Having to face those extremely pointy boobs, that defied gravity, and several other laws of nature, I was sure of that. A slight ski slope top, tapering out into large, light brown aureoles which were crowned by long, pencil thick nipples just calling to be touched.
Otherworldly.
I forgot about my wife's predicament when my balls clenched at the sight. A slight dribble of pre cum oozed out of the tip of my pulsing cock.
I took a step forward and closed the door behind me, never bothering to look for the key. Nobody would disturb us, whatever I did.
Whatever.
I could just grab this voluptuous nymph and ravish her six ways to Sunday. Could maul her tits, spank her ass, fuck every hole that I could force my cock into, making her lick and suck my body wherever I wanted. I could fuck those tits and watch her lick my cum off them. And how I wanted this!
I stepped behind her and delighted in her muscular back, reveled in the flowing curve of her tiny waist spreading out into the silky expanse of her wide hips and buttocks. I reached around and let my fingertips glide along her breasts, very lightly at first. Unable to resist getting a bit bolder, I slid my hands underneath, weighing them in my hands, feeling their resistance, their heaviness. I never knew what I had missed out on. As my hands began to tremble they moved outwards and upwards again, searching for something to steady on, finding it on the smooth skin of her shoulders, on the strong muscles underneath.
Shifting my hands downwards, I craved to run them along her small waist and revel in the glorious feeling of her heavenly widening hips. I experienced shivers all over from the touch of her young, velvety smooth skin. Her hips began a slight movement under my hands, teasing me, making me moan. She chimed in with low groan.
Suddenly the tip of my cock touched the top of her ass. I froze, retreating just a bit, and watching a strand of glistening pre cum extend from her skin to my glands. I got lost in the valley between her pert ass cheeks, the sight of her fine, shimmering hairs leading all the way to that puckered dark hole.
So much of a woman.
Such perfection.
Some part of my brain kicked into gear at this moment and told me to be realistic. As much as I wanted to just ram my cock into the delicate flesh of her inviting anus and to listen to her screams, I understood on a very basic level that this was not for me. Even if I gave in to my urge right now, I would never be able to handle her in the long run, to subdue this Supreme Being, make her my toy, let alone her mother.
They were out of my league, plain and simple.
Suddenly I found myself on my knees behind her, looking at her tantalizing asshole. At the light, but expansive bush of hair, covering her plump cunt that protruded from between her thighs. I observed that she was obviously aroused, her own moisture making her considerable labia sparkle in the dim light.
Appetizingly so.
Up until now, nothing I did had sent an explicit signal, but now it did.
I leaned forward and quickly stole a drop of juice from her dangling cuntlips, but I didn't linger long there. Ecstasy. I denied myself, moved my tongue upwards and cleaned her skin from the drop of sticky sperm my cock had left on her. I dropped my hands to my knees, away from her hips.
Without daring to touch her perfect skin with my hands again, I just pushed forwards and slipped my tongue as deep into her crinkled, delicious asshole as I could. Totally enchanted by her forceful aura, by the new taste of her clean ass. My nose was wedged into her crack, smelling her sweet sweat. The aroma of her juicy cunt ascending from below created a mix that made my head spin.
"Mhhmm, yesssss."
Her voice projected a strange mixture of triumph and disappointment, but her butt sure welcomed my attentions, pushing out, and grinding onto my face with force.
"That's an eager tongue you have."
I licked and sucked for all I was worth, enjoying every moment, getting hungrier for her body by the second, greedily taking in her sounds of pleasure.
Then, in a flash, her body was gone and I was only saved from falling by the hardest slap to my face I had ever experienced in my life. My head spun sideways, but was immediately forced forward again by her hand cupping my chin, her fingernails digging deep into my burning cheek. I couldn't focus my eyes for some seconds, but, when sight and sound slowly returned, I had to deal with an ice cold stare, sparkling with menace.
"You dare stand behind me and touch my body with your weak, dirty paws? You have the nerve to act as if you were a real man, making me believe I would get a good, hard fucking?"
I cried out in pain when the nails of her other hand dug into my nipple, pinching cruelly, and twisting it along the way. There was nothing erotic in this, just torture, establishing her dominance for sure. She made me cry like a baby, for giving her a false impression. Never ever disappoint a woman like her.
"Pleeeeaaaaassssse..." Suddenly her hands were gone, but the pain still lingered on, as her foot pushed me onto my back.
"If you want to be a slave, you better start behaving like one."
