This is a continuation of Beginning my life as a dom, reading this first will help get a picture of the characters but is not essential. It is a complete work of fiction and all the non-existent characters are 18 or over.
Sir
I packed the car ready for two weeks away plus a case of things bought on the internet and drove to a prearranged spot to pick up Michelle and Emma where they were both waiting, dancing about with excitement. We loaded the car with their baggage. The girls had probably misheard when I said two weeks they probably thought I said two months.
The next problem was who was to sit in the front with me. I decided that the one with the briefest knickers would sit in the front. I got them both to lift their skirts up and of course neither of them were wearing knickers. It was early and a quiet place, they were facing me who was sitting in the car.
"Okay then, let's see who's got the wettest pussy." I put a finger in each, fuck me both were wet and ready, they too had done without for over a week as well. "Right you two sluts have sloppy cunts, you are disgusting, I should make you both sit in the back. I will have Michelle in the front for the first half of the journey."
As we were approaching the A1 I said, " We are getting near, when we get there you will sit where I tell you and you will sit directly on the seat not on your skirts. In the meantime to get you warmed up you will play with your pussies." They both put hands up their skirts.
"You will be so wet when we get there the deposit you will leave on the plastic seats will be embarrassing for you particularly after I ask the waitress to clean it." Michelle's excellent nipples were poking out of her tee shirt. I squeezed them as I drove. Emma was sitting in the centre of the back seat, her legs spread giving me an interesting view in my mirror.
I pulled into the diner car park. "Come on girls, in we go." It was an American style place, with red plastic seats and black and white check floor. We ordered and ate burgers followed by pancakes. I sent the girls to the toilets. There were wet patches on the seats, I called the waitress over to pay the bill and noticed her looking at the wet patches.
The girls returned and I left them standing there while the waitress came back with my change and a cloth to clean the seat. We continued down the boring A1 to the M62 where, because neither girl had been to the Lakes before, I turned off.
"We are going this way, although it is longer it can take you on my favourite road. Favourite for two reasons, one it has the most beautiful scenery and two because it leads to my favourite place. We turned off the M6 at Kendal and wound our way through some of the most beautiful countryside in Britain.
Both girls were quite enthralled by the scenery, coming from one of the flattest counties to this was quite a leap. We arrived at the cottage, I picked up the keys and directed the over excited girls to the back bedroom to put their stuff.
I should perhaps describe the cottage, it is old and built out of local stone which has a rusty appearance. You go in the side door which leads into a boot room, more a corridor with three little storage rooms off it. This is a place to dry your dogs or yourself and leave your mucky gear. It has a window the full length of the room with one of the best views in the country. This leads into a small kitchen and then into the living / dining room. If this was a modern building there would be a massive picture window, it isn't so to enjoy the view you looked through a window that was about four foot square with small panes.
This led on to a short passage to the front door, hardly ever used and in front of you the door to the master bedroom. A king size bed, a wardrobe, a dressing table and chair and two bedside tables. To the rear, the second bedroom is similar to the master with a smaller double bed. A small single bedroom and a bath / shower room completed the inventory.
The girls were running about, opening bags and cases.
"Stop," I ordered and they ground to a halt. "I expect more consideration from you. You run around looking after yourselves, have you thought about me, driving all that way and you have not even made me a cup of tea." They started to go to the kitchen.
"Stop, even more important, you have not fed the birds and squirrels, they depend on visitors here and all you are bothered about is yourself."
"But, sir," protested Emma.
"Are you contradicting me?"
"Nnno sir."
"Good, take your clothes off, but leave your shoes on. Michelle make the tea, Emma, there is a cardboard box in the car bring it in." They set off and returned Emma with the box and Michelle with the tea. "Open the box." Inside they found a selection of nuts and seeds.
"Fill the bird feeders, thread the monkey nuts onto the string and hang it up for the squirrels. Not here, do it outside."
At the front of the cottage there is a picket fence to stop you falling down the hill, everything is on the slope here. Attached to the fence were three bird feeding tables and hanging in front of the windows were a selection of wire bird feeders. To the side of the cottage was a patch of grass with a washing line.
"But sir we have no clothes on," protested Michelle. There is a path that runs in front of the cottage, coming up from the valley, which leads to Keswick. Very few walkers used this path so they were unlikely to be seen.
"Very observant of you, get on with it." They set off and I sat and watched through the window, Michelle nervously and quickly filling the bird feeders and Emma threading monkey nuts on a string. Michelle returned first.
"You have missed the bird tables they need replenishing too." I sent her out again. I enjoyed watching them, Michelle's skittish running about and Emma with less anxiety trying to quickly thread the nuts.
When they returned, we sat on the settee and watched the feeders. The birds soon appeared, blue tits and coal tits first, tits are always to the fore! A green finch and I think yellow hammer next. I was telling the girls the birds names while fondling their tits.
It didn't take long for Cyril squirrel to turn up, all squirrels are called Cyril in my book from when I was little and came to the Lakes on holiday. Disappointingly he bit through the top of the rope and ran off with all the monkey nuts.
"Emma get on the floor and lick and suck my balls, Michelle suck my cock." I lay back and let them get on with it, I knew it would not take long after my week's abstinence and I had no intention of holding back. Emma had both my balls in her mouth and was swirling her tongue around them. "I had intended to make you both come but you have both questioned my authority so you will have to wait." That wonderful feeling having your balls and cock sucked and two bright blue eyes and two big brown eyes looking up at you. The look of hope turned to disappointment after my words.
I exploded into Michelle's mouth making her gag. "Have either of you masturbated or had an orgasm since we last were together?"
Emma released my balls, "No sir," she said
Michelle swallowed quickly "No sir," she asserted.
"Good, go and tidy yourselves up, dress in shorts and tee shirt, you may wear trainers, we will walk down to the village and have a drink and a meal." They appeared happy in one way and reluctant in another. They went into the back bedroom and put some clothes on.
What a treat when they came out, giggling and dancing around again. Wearing tight tee shirts and short shorts, shorts which did not quite show the bottom of their arse cheeks, Daisy Dukes I believe is the term. Dare I take them out in public like this? What the hell the village could probably do with a treat. We set off, I let the girls walk in front for a while. What a beautiful sight.
We arrived at the Salutation, excellent for ale. I had Jennings Cumberland Ale, the girls Bacardi and coke, Michelle showing her ID. We had a couple of drinks there before moving on to the Horse and Farrier.
I sent Emma to the bar to pick up menus and drinks while Michelle and I grabbed a table. Emma leant over the bar with the result that every man in the place stared at her arse. The barman, Michael, served us with drinks and a young lady came to the table for our food order.
For some reason Michael brought the food and was most attentive to Michelle. I must admit I had had my hand at the top of her thigh which may be the reason her nipples were straining against her tee shirt. "Michelle, which wine shall we have?" I asked, which started a conversation between Michelle and Michael. I think he was smitten, so much his eyes sometimes moved to the wine list from Michelle's nipples and occasionally to her face.
He brought the selected wine and looked at me, I directed him to Michelle and he poured her some to taste. She nodded and it was poured for us all. We had an excellent meal, Michael presented the bill to me, not Michelle. He suggested we phone next time we came and he would open a bottle of Nuit St George ready for us.
Emma and Michelle
We spent a week seeing each other everyday, wondering if we should go round to see sir. We dare not, he might reject us. So we planned what to do, what to buy for the holiday and what to expect. We both admitted feeling horny, a few weeks ago having a week without sex was normal, now we needed sir. To be honest we both would have masturbated, separately of course.
So when sir picked us up we were ready, both wanted to sit in the front. The one with the skimpiest knickers was to be the one, we lifted our skirts to show bare pussies. We had prearranged this, the wettest pussy was the next trial, we were both wet. He said we have sloppy cunts and are disgusting, what does he expect? Keeping us waiting.
Michelle - God the insult went straight down to my pussy, I would win the wettest now. How can I last til he fucks me?
Emma - I didn't like him saying I had a disgusting wet cunt. It did however turn me on.
In the diner we sat with nothing between flesh and seat. Having been masturbating and listening to lewd comments we were likely to leave wet patches. Plus we were sweating on such a hot day. We had to stand there while the waitress cleaned up the seat. We were both blushing bright red.
The journey through the Lake District was amazing, the mountains, rivers running down and of course the lakes.
We arrived at a lovely little cottage halfway up the hill, we ran in unpacking our bags and sorting out clothes when sir stopped us. We were selfish for not making his tea and feeding the birds and squirrels. For fuck's sake we didn't know about the birds but the protest was pointless.
