First Person Erotica: The Weekend Getaway.

The view is all too stunning as we pull up to the charming cabin in the woods we had booked for the long weekend. Situated on a small bluff overlooking a thick, dense expanse of fir and pine trees, our weekend paradise sits warmly, waiting for us. We hop out of the car and for the first time in a while marvel at the soft snowfall making its way down from the sky. Snow has a funny way of being charming or hellish depending on where you have to be…and we have nowhere to be but here, inside for the entire weekend. 

You give me a wicked grin and arch your eyebrow as you exclaim wryly “Last one inside is getting spanked”. We both feverish clamor to the entrance, with keys in hand, I block the threshold and teasingly jingle them in front of your face as you give me your best fake pout. “Looks like you’re going to have to teach me a lesson” you say, barely containing your excitement. “Absolutely, but you haven’t earned a spanking yet…that’ll come in time. First I want you to grab the bag and bring it inside…” I say as I gently squeeze your ass then turn to unlock the door. 

You make short work of grabbing the only bag from the car that matters right now and bring it inside, accidentally and excitedly slamming the door behind you. The interior of the cabin is cozy and so warm that it makes wanting to stay dressed a chore. You barely have time to pull your boots off before I take the bag from you, walk over to the living room and carefully lay the contents out on the coffee table. I look back over my shoulder at you as you saunter over to study the array of toys we packed for this weekend’s activities. “What do you think?” I ask expectantly, “Hmm, how about the bondage rope?” You answer half-heartedly. “Are you really giving up on me so soon?” I ask playfully, you lean down beside me so that your mouth is right next to my ear and you slowly and seductively say “Well to be honest, I think it's really you who needs punishing” your hot words send a shiver of excitement down my spine. “What do you have in mind, then?” I ask breathlessly. 

You stand back from me and start giving orders “Stand up, turn to face the couch”. I do as commanded and you quickly grab up the bondage rope from the table, looping it roughly around my wrists so that my arms are fixed firmly behind my back. “Actually, the rope was a great idea” you say teasingly as you walk around to stand between me and the couch.

Though I’m fully clothed I feel so vulnerable, totally in your control, and I fucking love it. After a moment of you undressing me with your eyes you ask me “Top or bottom?” I look at you with a quizzical expression and ask “Uhhhh for what exactly?”, “You don’t get to ask the questions here– don’t make me repeat myself” You snap back commandingly as you notice my excitement growing. “Ok…hmm…bottom” I say, unsure of where this is leading. Another wicked grin spreads across that sexy face of yours and you begin unbuttoning your pants, slipping everything below your waist off as I take in your now half naked form. My erection is now straining against my pants “Good choice” I say and you respond teasingly with “Oh you just wait”. 

You make a show of turning to face the couch, and bending over it so that I can get a good look at your backside, now deliciously spread for me. You look back over your shoulder at me with that devilish grin and ask “Like the view?” You can tell that I do because I step forward with every intention of showing you just how much I like it. “Stop right there! You can’t take a single step more…you only get to look for now.” You chide me. I stop in my tracks and you seem pleased at my reaction. You turn back around and are now sitting on the couch spread eagle in front of me. Without another word you begin playing with your clit and you moan softly as you hold my gaze. After a few minutes you insert one finger, then two, gently fucking yourself in order to drive me wild. I stand there all the while greatly enjoying the show you’re putting on for me. Your careful, long strokes make me jealous that it's not my fingers or cock inside of you. I can tell you’re getting close but don’t want to cum just yet, and are about to move on to the next part of my ‘punishment’. 

“I think I’ll stop torturing you for now” you say seductively, and get up from the couch to be behind me once again. You grab my bound hands and roughly usher me to the couch. I half throw myself down, hands still bound and erection still throbbing. You kneel down in front of me and say “I think you’ve earned a little release, don’t you think?” I can’t even respond I’m so turned on so I furiously nod my head and expectantly angle by hips towards you.

You unbutton my pants and pull them down along with my boxers in an agonizingly slow fashion, knowing full well how wild this is making me as you wet your lips with your tongue. Finally my erection stands before you in all its glory and you ask “What, do you want me to suck it?”, “Yes!” I blurt out impatiently. “Yes, what? You’re not acting like someone who deserves to get their cock sucked right now. What do we say?” You respond scoldingly. “Sorry…will you please please please suck my cock, pretty please?” I say in a theatrical manner. You seem pleased with my answer and almost magnetically press your hot wet mouth against the tip of my cock, slowly kissing and licking it. I let out several long awaited moans and that seems to spur you on as you take me fully into your mouth. I’m trying to hold on as you bob your head up and down rhythmically. As soon as you look up at me with an expression of pure sex, I immediately feel the heat rising inside of me “Oh god, I’m gonna explode” I say raggedly. 

I was so caught up in my own ecstasy that it took me a few seconds to notice that you are now no longer pleasuring me but rather sitting back and waiting for me to realize that I’m not going to cum just yet, either. I open my eyes to see you grinning at me, so pleased with yourself. “You’re killing me!” I exclaim. You get to your feet and wordlessly slip off your remaining clothes. You help me to my feet and begin to untie my wrists as I let out a small sigh of relief. “Ok maybe I’m ready to receive my punishment now” you say and I respond “I couldn’t agree more”. 

I too strip off my remaining clothes and stand there enjoying our nakedness for a few moments, snow still falling softly in the giant picture window behind us. I snap out of my trance and look back down at the array of toys on the coffee table, landing my gaze on the bondage spreader bar. You know I’m looking at it, so when I turn back to meet your gaze you bite your lip affirmatively. “Bar it is” I say with a smile. I also take the rope that you had used on me just minutes ago– I want to give you a taste of your own medicine. “My turn” I say without an ounce of mercy in my voice. “Get that hot ass in the kitchen, bend yourself over the counter, spread your legs and put your hands behind your back” I command. You follow my instructions flawlessly and I decide to stand behind you for a few seconds enjoying the view, yet again. You notice and teasingly wiggle your hips at me. “You think that’s cute?” I ask playfully “You seem to think so” you respond like the smart-ass that you are. “That little remark is going to cost you” I shoot right back at you, holding the toys up in my hands. 

I firmly and tightly bind your wrists behind your back like you had done to me, all the while teasingly pressing my erection against your backside. I feel you rubbing against it in response so I quickly finish binding you and and step away to work on your ankles next. The spreader bar keeps your legs apart in all the ways I want it to, now you’re at my mercy. 

Remembering how you decided to tease me I get up from putting the bar on you and I say “Stay right there, don’t you dare move, or make a sound!” so you think I’m going to come right back. Instead I walk away and let you lay there bent over the counter, completely bound and exposed while I leave the room to take a long, hot shower. Contemplate your punishment for a little while and think about what I’m going to do to you next. 

When I come back into the kitchen still naked but now clean, you raise your head up and lock eyes with me, looking half exasperated, half horny. “Ok, now I think you deserve a little release” I say in the same sing song tone you had given me. “Fuck yeah I do” you say in a joking manner, knowing that smart remark is going to get you in more trouble. 

Without a word I walk back into the living room and grab the ball gag. I walk up behind you, you still bent over, and I secure the gag over your mouth. “There, now I don’t have to hear any more of those smart remarks” I say, running my hands gently down your back. You look back at me now gagged with a little drool forming at the sides of your mouth, though you can’t speak, your face says it all. While I have your attention, I ask “Ass or pussy?” Your muffled pleads sounds like pussy so I ask once more “Pussy?” You frantically nod. 

I bend down behind you and start eating you out from behind. You press that sexy ass into my face and I can hear your muffled moans building as I lick, tease, nibble and probe my tongue. I give you a few soft spanks on the ass every time I come up for air. As soon as I hear you approaching climax, I pull away, stand up, and go grab the bottle of lube I had set out. Now I’m standing behind you, erection slicked with lube. I slowly and tantalizingly rub the head of my cock against your clit, then slowly insert it right where you begged me to. My pumps are slow and methodical– I know the torturous pace is working because I feel your legs slightly shake as your hips press back to meet mine with each thrust. I just have to say how hot it is too that your legs are forced wide apart by the bar, giving me complete access to you. I grab your bound wrists and pull on them to give each thrust more leverage. 

I soon move to press my full weight down on top of you. I take your hair into my hand and gently tug on it to angle your head back while I whisper in your ear “You like that?” You moan in response and I know you’re close to the edge. Knowing this I quickly pull out of you and run back over to the table. I grab a little silver bullet vibe and come back to see your glistening, expectant pussy. I enter you once again but now I’m reaching around prompting you to shift your hips a bit so I can press the now vibrating bullet against your clit. I pump away into you while teasing your clit with the bullet in all the ways I know you love.

After a few more minutes you go totally silent and I know what’s coming next. You quiver uncontrollably then moan deeply, muffled by your gag. Hearing that and seeing your body respond was enough to send me over the edge, but feeling your walls clamp around my cock made me lose control to one of the most powerful, explosive orgasms I’ve had in while. I keep pumping into you as I grunt and moan, totally spending every last second I can inside of you, our moans echo around the otherwise silent cabin. We both end up a panting and sweaty heap on the countertop. I slowly pull my cock out of you then undo your gag. After a few moments of catching your breath, you look back at me and say “I can’t wait to see what else you have planned for this weekend”.  

Let us know how the rest of this long weekend goes! Write the next part of your story in the comments!