For The Weekend Pt 02 Ch 03

We awake early the next morning. After showers where I take care of Tim and he in turn checks on my own cleanliness, we both dress in jeans and sweatshirts and head downstairs. We are comfortably ensconced in a booth of the restaurant at ten minutes to eight, awaiting the arrival of my best friend.

Tim has not told me why he wishes to meet her, indeed, he has not said anything at all about breakfast, instead just telling me how much he enjoyed himself last night. I find myself falling into my submissive role and feeling proud I have satisfied him.

Anne pokes her head around the corner of the booth at exactly 8am. She smiles broadly when she sees me, then turns her attention to Tim, who does his best to rise from the bench he is sitting on and move out from behind the table. He shakes her hand and allows her to slide in beside me. "You don't look anything like what I expected," she tells him nervously.

"Really? What did you expect?"

"I dunno, a leather mask, maybe..." she again laughs nervously, Tim laughing as well. I find her discomfort a little surprising—I can't ever remember seeing her this flustered before.

"No, no mask. Leather makes me sweat."

"Seriously," Anne continues quickly, trying to explain her joke, "Karen described you, but I didn't think you'd look...like..." She smiles apologetically as her voice trails off.

"Are you disappointed?" he asks with a wry smile.

"Oh no, not at all," she stammers, trying not to offend. "You look, normal..."

"I'd like to think I am," Tim says affably. "Just like Karen is, and just like I'm sure you are." He seems to let the last words hang, as if trying to send the message that he knows her secrets.

"Of course, of course," Anne replies, now thoroughly unnerved. "I just thought you would look more like a bad boy, and less like a nice guy."

"I think I'm a good guy," he laughs. "I can also be bad."

Anne blushes bright red. "I'm gonna shut up now."

"You're fine," he sympathizes. "It's very hard to offend me." He looks at me. "Right?"

I nod quickly. "Right, sir." At this, Anne's eyebrows raise a little bit, but no more is said. And so the next hour goes. The reason why I'm here with Tim is discussed obscurely, the details of Anne's life—most mundane, some more personal-- are brought out without her even seeming to realize it. We barely notice ordering and eating. Our stomachs are full when Tim's questioning becomes a bit more pointed.

"So Anne, did Karen tell you exactly what she does for me?"

She looks at him, carefully forming her reply. "Not exactly, just that she does what you say. She seemed a little uncomfortable getting into details."

"Would you like to know the details?"

She only thinks a moment. "It's probably none of my business, but I think I should know what my best friend is up to. Just to make sure she's OK," she adds quickly. I groan inwardly, but say nothing.

"Of course. I think you'll find that she is very safe with me, and very much a willing participant." A smile spreads across his face, his eyes locked on mine, as he leans over to her and whispers theatrically "she's a very eager slut when properly motivated." Anne blushes a bit and looks at me for a reaction before her eyes dart to her plate. "This is probably not the best place to discuss it, "Tim tells her as he straightens up again."If you would like, we can continue our conversation up in my room?"

"Is Karen going to be there?"

"Of course. She's going to tell you whatever you would like to know." At this, my stomach lurches yet again.

"I'm not going to get taken advantage of, am I?" she asks nervously.

"If you were, do you think I would tell you? But no, you aren't. It's just to talk in private and satisfy your curiosity." He emphasizes the word 'curiosity', but she doesn't seem to notice.

"OK, I guess," she tells him. "No funny stuff, though."

Later, as we are walking through the lobby, Tim leans in and whispers in my ear "you can leave your clothes on when we get to the room." I'm puzzled by this, and only a little relieved—my humiliation is just being delayed.

Tim opens our door and lets us in before closing it behind him. He offers Anne a seat on the couch while he takes the chair by the desk. Only then does he tell me I can sit on the bed.

"So Karen, I think if you tell Anne what you did your first weekend, she might have a pretty good idea the type of things I expect you to do. Don't you agree?"

"Yes sir."

"So, tell her. From the beginning. And be descriptive."

I turn my attention to Anne, face burning furiously, my hands grasping each other in my lap. "When I arrived, Tim had me dance for him. Then, I ...gave him oral—"

Tim interrupts. "She sucked my cock," he says. "No need to sugarcoat it, Karen. I'm sure Anne knows what it means."

"I sucked his cock," I repeat. "And then he marked me."

"Do you know what marking is?" Tim asks her. Anne shakes her head no. "It's when you cum on someone—like marking your territory. In this case, I came all over her face. It was pretty spectacular."

I continue to rattle off my 'achievements' for the next ten minutes, telling her about my trip to the sex shop, my flirtations with the bellboy, my massage, the poker game, and Sunday afternoon. My eyes are on her feet most of the time, unable to look her squarely in the eye for more than a few seconds at a time. Tim makes sure I am as graphic as possible. For her part, Anne seems neither horrified or disgusted, but instead enthralled with my story, her breathing deepening as I speak. I finish with Rich finding me tied to the bed, and fall silent.

"Holy shit, Karen," she breathes. "I never knew you could be so...wild...I had no idea!" Her eyes narrow. "Did you REALLY do this because you want to, or because he told you to?"

"Both," I answer truthfully. "If he hadn't told me to, I wouldn't have ever had the nerve..."

"Wow...just wow," she says with a tone of admiration. "Who'd have ever thought my proper little best friend could be the town pump?" She is smiling at me, trying to show me she is joking.

"Has she ever even undressed in front of you?" Tim asks, already guessing the answer.

Anne laughs. "Did she tell you she got dressed at my house yesterday for you? She kicked me out of my own bedroom before she'd take off her shirt."

"Did she?" he says. "Well, that's not a proper way for her to act. Would you like to see her undress now?" My face feels hot from blushing.

"What? Now? No, I couldn't ask her to do that..."

"You're not asking her. I'm offering her willingness to do it."

She thinks for a moment, looking back and forth between Tim and me. "This is so weird...Karen, are you OK with all this?"

"It's not up to her, it's up to me," Tim reminds her. "But if you wish, she can tell you herself. Karen, are you willing to get naked for your friend?"

Despite my true feelings, I know there is only one correct answer. "Yes sir, if she would like me to." Tim just looks at her with raised eyebrows. Anne continues to weigh her response.

"I know she says she gets hot when she's told what to do, but even this?" No answer comes from either myself or Tim, and she makes up her mind. "If this is turning her on...I think she wants to have to show me," she says as if trying to justify her decision. "I've always wondered what those Soccer-Mom clothes were hiding. Yes, I'd like to see what she looks like."

Tim returns his stare to me. "Karen, you heard the lady. Stand up. Anne, what would you like her to remove first?"

My best friend eyes me with a look I have never seen before. "The sweatshirt," she says. I comply with her command, looking at him rather than Anne as I pull the garment over my head, revealing a lacy undershirt. My breasts are unfettered underneath the fabric, and my nipples poke into the delicate material.

"Shoes," she says next. I bend over to untie them before removing them, the front of my shirt falling away from by tits. I kick off the shoes and wait for my next instruction. Despite my initial reluctance, my arousal grows, fueled by the thought I'm being told to strip for my best friend.

"Shirt, please." I unbutton my jeans and pull the thin garment over my head, revealing my breasts to my audience. I look at the floor, unwilling to see either's reaction. "Nice tits, huh?" Tim asks my friend. "Not huge, but more than enough to slide a cock between. They are VERY firm and perky, even after two kids!" Tim pauses, probably gauging Anne's reaction.

Anne says nothing for a moment, then quietly tells me, "peel off those jeans for us." I focus on getting the zipper down, then wriggle out of the denim, letting them fall to the floor. I step out of them and stand again, my hands modestly covering my sex.

"Still no underwear?" She says a bit breathlessly.

"She's lucky I let her wear any clothes at all. I could look at that body all day long, couldn't you? Move those hands and let her see the whole package," Tim commands. "Turn around so she can see that sweet ass."

I cannot bring myself to look at her as I bring my hands to my side and begin to turn. It only takes a second to be facing directly away from her.

"She was a little nervous about letting me explore her back there," he says. "Now, I think she'll stick it out for anyone." I cringe at his assumption, but realize it is probably true.

"As beautiful as I imagined," I hear Anne say quietly. She had been thinking about what I looked like before this?

"Karen, turn around again." I do as he says, this time sneaking a peek at Anne. She is studying me intently, her eyes taking me all in. I feel as though I'm merchandise on display...and reveling in it.

Tim breaks the spell. "Well, I hope that satisfies your curiosity," he tells the distracted woman in front of me. "Now, if you don't mind, this gorgeous creature is going to suck my cock until I cum all over her face and send her home. You may want to make your escape from the leather-clad dungeon master now, unless you want to watch..."

Anne continues to look at me, and I can't tell if she didn't hear him, or is considering the offer. "No, I should be going," she says finally, "and let you two get down to business." She gets up from her chair, wiping her palms on the front of her jeans as she rises and moves to where Tim is getting up as well. He hands her a card as they shake hands like they had just concluded a business meeting. "If you have any further questions or concerns, please feel free to e-mail me," he tells her. "My address is on the card. Anything at all." She blushes and says nothing, but slips the card into her pocket. She comes to where I am standing and we hug, her embrace tentative, most likely because she is hugging her nude best friend, then excuses herself, the door closing quietly behind her.

True to his word, Tim unloads on my upturned face almost an hour later, my jaw tired and sore from my work on his hard member. He does allow me to play with myself while I service him, however, and I surprise myself by coming twice, the first time almost immediately after my vibrator makes contact with my tingling clit.

He does not allow me to wipe his spend from my face as I dress, insisting I wear it home. I am pulling on my jeans when he addresses me.

"Karen, Anne may approach you for something more than what you gave her today..." my face is a mask of confusion, unsure what exactly he is suggesting. "It's just a feeling, but if she does, you may not give yourself to her. If she wants you, she has to ask me first. Do you understand?" The fog clears, and I think to protest, to tell him she would never see me THAT way, but instead I just nod, my heart sinking a bit as I know she would never approach him with such a question.

"Good," he tells me. "I know it may be hard for you, but look at it as a test. Would you rather that, or undressing outside your car next time?" He laughs, and I smile, wondering if he will really make me do that.

"I'll have to tell Rich about this," I tell him. I may be Tim's for right now, but I am Rich's always. Honesty was his only requirement when I told him I wished to continue what he had started for me.

"Of course," Tim says. "I expect you to tell him everything whenever we spend time together. I had planned on telling him as well in my next e-mail."

We say our goodbyes and soon I'm home again, my jacket, jeans and heels the only clothing I'm allowed. I'm pulling into the garage before I remember to check my face for dried cum.