Our reader, M, no slouch on the slopes himself, has been following this little adventure and contributed Part III. Molly gave it her (leaking) seal of approval, so we are sharing it with the rest of you:
Satisfied that his conquest was securely stretched across the picnic table, bottom exposed to the elements in this private “out of bounds” glade, Mike walked around behind her, using his fingers to gently pry apart her lips. Then he took two finger from his other hand and roughly shoved them deep up her cunt. As he expected, Molly was soaking wet.
“My, my, what a hot little slut you are”.
Molly just moaned, squirming against his hand, but with her hand tied down, and her feet anchored in her heavy boots and skis, she had no way to evade his invading fingers.
He fucked her hard with those fingers. She was getting so close, moaning, bucking her hips, muscles tensing ----- ready to cum, ---almost there---
But, abruptly, he pulled out his fingers, leaving her ass humping at the chilly mountain air ….
“PLEASE” she begged, gasping in frustration.
He just laughed, hands sliding up her back, into her dark flowing hair, he walked forward, where he could look her in the eye.
Mike had a smug look on his face as he pushed the two fingers in her mouth.
“Clean them.”
Humiliated, Molly was forced to taste her own juices, shutting her eyes, embarrassed to look at him.
“My particular fetish is orgasm denial. Some call it ‘edging’. You know what that is don't you?
Still tied over the table she silently nodded yes.
“Yes, I thought you would.”
“As it turns out, it’s your lucky day, Molly. I am on duty to spend all night on the mountain. ‘On call’, so to speak. In case some crazy boarder gets lost, or the groomers have a problem. I get to sleep in that hut with a nice warm fire”.
And as my lucky guest, you are going to spend a long agonizing night, with your needy little cunt dripping and frustrated. “
Molly shook her head, struggled against the rope restraining her.
“I can’t…my husband….”
“ Oh, I am sure he will understand. And he has all that work to do! Which pocket do you have your cell phone in?”
She told him. He fished out the phone, while a hand rested on her ass, an ass that had resumed its unsubtle squirming. By now she knew he wouldn’t let her hump her way to an orgasm, but….
“Under what name do you have your husband listed?”
He found the number, pressed send, and held the phone to her mouth. It rang.
“Tell him you are going to spend the night with some hunky ski patrol guy you met.
“You can also Tell him what I plan to do to you. You can add that I intend to blister your bare bottom, then use your ass again and again.”
“Tell him how I am going to keep you on edge and frustrated all night long.”
Just then he slid his hand under he heaving chest, grasping and squeezing one of her already hardened nipples. She hissed with the pain.
“Tell him while you are hissing. Tell him to pick you up at 9:00 AM at the main lodge”
She did, talking to her husband, trying to filter out the strange combination of pleasure and pain as she mumbled into the cell phone. Her husband, her obedient little Slave, took the news surprisingly well.
Mike could overhear him say “Yes, Mistress.”
Then he snapped the phone shut. Molly, eyes were pressed shut, chest heaving in surrender. While she was relieved when Mike finally released her nipple, she knew there was much more torment to come.
“Are you ready, you little slut?”
Mike stepped back, pulled off his big black leather belt, doubling it over as she watched with wide eyes. Holding the belt in one hand he unzipped himself, revealing a full and very hard cock. Molly eyed it greedily.
“You want to kiss and suck that don't you, Molly?”
“Yes” she hissed.
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