I slept soundly. 10am and I looked at Marin. I could still see some red marks on her shoulders and waist from the rope. Barely visible but they would heal quickly. Marin was still sound asleep. I pulled off the ace wrap and removed the ice pack. It was no longer cold.
I went to the kitchen and made breakfast. Coffee, eggs, bacon, and fruit. I brought Marin the coffee first. She barely stirred when I held the cup under her nose. Her eyes finally opened, her smile returned, and she sat up slowly.
Stretching her arms, twisting her back, and massaging her legs. She finally took the coffee and sipped it.
"My god. I am in tough shape. I will need to drink water. Lots of water. My legs are so cramped." Marin complained.
She got up, walking like an old person, and hobbled into the dining room. She sat down while I brought her food.
Marin scarfed it down like a starving animal. She looked at me when she realized she was not being very lady like. I smiled at her as I ate my food. I too was hungry. But I took my time.
After breakfast Marin cleaned up and did the dishes. I went to the living room and turned on the tv. Marin walked in, kneeled between my legs, and pulled down my boxers. My cock was hard from watching her strut around naked. Without a word she sucked my cock. Her eyes focused on mine.
I would like to say her technique was improving. But she was a damn expert from the beginning. After 10 minutes I filled her throat with semen. She gulped it all down, smiled, and sat next to me while we watched tv.
I finally asked, 'How was your night? Did you sleep well?' I was very worried I had gone too far with the master and slave stuff. As well as tying her down and forcing her to orgasm so many times.
"Oh my god. It was so much fun. I loved it all. All night long I was terrified, I was scared. I thought you were going to rape me. I was horrified. I knew at any second you were going to ram your cock in my holes. I was convinced. I didn't know what to do. I even remember begging you to fuck me. I know I said it a couple times. It was because I really wanted you to. But I was so scared. And I was tied up. So tightly I could not move. I could barely wiggle my ass. I was at your mercy." Marin stated. She was talking fast and was excited as she smiled and explained her version of the night's activities.
'And the orgasms? Too much? Too many vibrations? Are you sure?' I asked.
"Oh god yes. My clit is aching. I don't dare touch it due to it being so sensitive right now. How many times did you make me cum? Those vibrators killed me. But in a good way." Marin explained. Smiling and happy.
'44 times. You rolled the dice. I added it up. You took it like a champ. I have never heard of a woman orgasming that many times. Did you know you squirt a little when you orgasm?' I told her.
"I do. Well, I've barely ever played with my pussy before. I do get pretty wet when I am turned on. But 44? That's crazy. We should ask someone if that is a record or something." Marin stated smiling wide.
For the next two hours we sat on the couch discussing the night's activities. She wasn't mad at me for anything I did. Even licking her asshole and paddling her ass. Neither were discussed but she didn't bring it up.
Eventually she packed her clothes, some of the ones I had bought her, and got dressed. She needed to get home. It was around 2pm and we headed to her home. But not without road head. I hadn't even driven out of the driveway yet, she was ass up, and mouth on my cock. 20 minutes later and halfway to her house I blasted more semen in her mouth. She giggled and swallowed it all.
We then talked for the next 25 minutes before pulling into the spot I dropped her off at. 2 blocks from home. So, her parents never see me.
Marin kissed me on the cheek and jumped out. She ran up the road, stopped probably 50 feet ahead, turned towards me and flashed her tits. She then turned around, pulled up her skirt, and flashed her nude ass to me. I loved it. I honked my horn and she waved. She then ran home.
I drove home and made another chiropractor appointment. 3:30pm on Friday.
My week went slow with physical therapy and normal daily activities. Marin and I kept in touch with text messages. On Tuesday night she told me her pussy and clit had finally healed. They were no longer aching. I told her next time it would be 100 orgasms. And it would take until Friday to heal. Marin replied, "Can't rape the willing" with a smiley face emoji.
Ooh. That girl.
Friday finally arrived. Dr. Stone gave me a normal adjustment and Marin was there with a smiling face. "Tonight, you meet my family. Be on your best behavior!" she stated.
She helped me up from the table and she packed her belongings. She was wearing a see-through white blouse with a white bra, a short tan skirt, and pink panties. Every time she bent over, I could see them. Marin saw my eyes focused on her ass. While looking back she wiggled her ass.
"You had your chance last week. I was begging for your cock. Don't be mad at me you didn't do it." Marin stated.
'Really? We made an agreement. I was not about to tie you up then fuck you. You would have never talked to me again.' I complained.
Marin was still packing her stuff, her little ass wiggling back and forth. "Maybe. Maybe not." Marin stated.
So many mixed signals. I had no idea if she was teasing me or telling me the truth.
We jumped in my truck, and she attacked my cock again. Road head. I blew my load in less than 5 minutes. We had another 10 minutes until we got to her house. She fixed her makeup on the way.
Pulling up her sisters walked out to meet us. Her mother and father waited inside. Her 4 sisters were all just as pretty as her. Some were taller, thicker, bigger tits, smaller tits, but all were gorgeous. I then saw her mother. What a knockout. She could be an older Jenny McCarthy. But not much older. She didn't look a day over 25 years old.
Her father was a big guy. 6-5. 300lbs. Very muscular and hands so big he could crush my skull with only one. Short blonde hair, tan skin, and a booming voice. We all sat down in the living room and talked while dinner was made. The sisters were all very nice, bubbly, and happy. Marin's mother was named Miranda and father named Robert.
Robert kept a stern look on his face while I did my best to be nice, pleasant, and friendly. Their house was sparse, neat, but they looked kind of poor. Broken lights, broken cabinets, and the yard was unkept.
At dinner we talked about sports, work, and family. I had no family in the area as I moved here from Maine. But my boss who owned the construction company I worked at was like an uncle to me. He was a multi-millionaire and really liked his employees. He paid well and looked after us all. It was a great place to work.
Miranda asked how Marin and I met. Marin told the G-rated version of the meeting at the chiropractor's office. Miranda looked at me as I smiled. I felt like she could read my mind. Like she knew there was a lot of X-rated materials Marin had left out. Her sisters, however, loved the "meet cute" idea.
Dinner was handmade from scratch. Biscuits, chicken, gravy, mashed potatoes, and finally cookies. No Nestle premade recipe. But it was handmade by Miranda and the girls. No electric mixer or kitchen full of gadgets. They must have literally done it all by hand.
We settled down in their living room to watch a baseball game. Robert sat in a very old recliner. Mostly held together by duct tape and homemade patches. We sat on couches behind him. Marin's sisters grilling us. Marin and I did our best to not tell them how many times we had been out to dinner or hung out. We tried to keep it known that we had met a few times, and this was our first date like outing.
Miranda kept staring at me like she knew better. Every answer Marin and I gave made Miranda's eyes focus on mine. She knew.
By the end of the night Marin walked me to my truck. Her parents were standing on the porch watching. We held hands, hugged, and she kissed me on the cheek. She then ran back inside. Her parents following her inside.
I knew the first meeting went fine. But I also knew Miranda had eyes that could read minds.
On the way home Marin blew up my phone. Happy about the meeting, her mother stated she liked me, and her father was not at all mad that I existed. Her sisters questioned her all over again, asking her lots of follow up questions, and upset I didn't have any brothers for them to date.
She asked that I come back on Saturday lunch and more questions. I agreed and asked if I needed to bring anything. Marin told me they planned on barbecuing. I told her I would bring steaks for everyone. I had a friend who was a butcher and gave me awesome discounts since I sold a lot of his client's cheap hay from my property.
I picked up 7 of the thickest ribeye steaks my buddy could cut. All the highest grade. Normally they would be $50 apiece. But the friends and family discount were $10 apiece.
Arriving at Marin's house and I was surprised by the amazing smells. I found scones in the kitchen with home made jelly and preserves. Miranda was also baking huge muffins. I later learned they were pumpkin and butterscotch. They smelled heavenly.
I gave Robert the steaks and he unwrapped them. His eyes went wide at the sight of the hand cut meat. Over two inches thick and high end. He seasoned them and we went out to his barbecue. It was ancient. Rusty. And looked like it was falling apart. He was embarrassed by the barbecue. But in the end. The steaks turned out great.
Broccoli, scones, mashed potatoes, steak, and salad. The food was amazing. Miranda was an amazing cook. She had lots of helpers in the kitchen. By the end of the food, we were all sitting around in the living room. Robert had unbuttoned his pants due to eating his steak and half of Miranda's. I told him about my buddy the butcher. I could get him anything he wanted for 25% of the normal cost. His eyes lit up with happiness.
Marin walked me around her backyard. Most of it was a garden. Broccoli, asparagus, carrots, onions, garlic, greens, and herbs galore. Their yard was only about 1/3 of an acre. But it was all put to good use. She stated her mother was an avid gardener, canner, pickler, and prepper. They had a storage area under the house where she had huge shelves stocked with food, chicken stock, veggies, flour, and rice.
I then saw the corner of their property. A small chicken coop with 6 birds. Not much room for them to wander but 6 didn't take up much space.
At the end of our second meeting Robert shook my hand and informed me that I would be having a barbecue at my own house next Saturday. He would be bringing his whole family over. His grip was so strong I thought he was going to break my hand. I agreed to the meeting, and he slapped me on the back. I realized he was so big and strong; he likely did not realize he nearly broke my back with the slap. I still had not healed from my car accident. But I did my best not to walk away in obvious pain.
Marin walked me to my truck again and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She bounced back inside. Her parents were not on the front doorstep this time watching us. Marin stopped at the closed front door, turned around, and flashed me her tits. I had gotten in my truck and honked my horn several times. Marin screamed, pulled her shirt back down, and ran inside laughing.
