They had been home from the trip for about a week, and they found that during that week the conversation between them constantly returned to Robin's adventures at the hotel and in the park. It became the constant prelude to many of their bedroom adventures.
The memories were extremely strong in Robin's mind. She realized that it had been a combination of things. She had long harbored the desires to give in to such lovely, dark and delicious fantasies, to be taken over, ordered, almost forced to do things. These were her hidden fantasies, and the discovery that Jason also enjoyed them, enjoyed at times watching and always hearing about these adventures simply ramped up their importance for Robin. Plus they made the eventual time, alone time, with Jason that much hotter for both of them.
The thing that singularly surprised her, and she talked to him about this also, was her enjoyment, the physical pleasure of the pain that had been such a real part of the time in the woods with the girl calling her 'chica' and the guys in their severity.
That surprised her more than anything else.
"I never expected that," she said to Jason one dark night, each of them looking at the other from their pillows.
"Growing, is what I guess," he said.
"You think, honey?" she asked.
"Yeah, I do," he answered, "It has never been a part of our relationship, how were you ever to find out about that kind of thing?"
"Gee," she said, "I guess you're right. It just took me by surprise, I mean the down right dirty heat of it. Who would have thought, I mean, reacting that way to having my ass beaten!"
She let out a giggle as she said this.
"By the way," he said softly next to her, "I have asked someone to come around to do the yard work. I have another short trip to make early in the week and it won't get done, if I don't get someone."
"Who?" she wanted to know.
"His name is Marcus, Marcus Williams; black kid. Very nice."
She thought about all of it for a minute and said:
"I've become such a whore, Jase!"
"Well maybe not 'whore'," he said, "After all, I haven't sold your ass to anyone."
She giggled and he said:
And she shrieked, burying her face in his shoulder.
"Okay, maybe a slut!" she said, when her fit of giggles and noise had passed.
"And whore to be!" he added, and she buried her face against him and started her shrieking again.
"You're going to have the police here!" he said to her laughing.
"Will they pay?" she wanted to know, continuing the mirth.
"Gee, I doubt it!' was his answer.
"Have to put off my professional debut!" She laughed then.
"Exactly!" was his response.
She got a little serious then and said:
"Seriously, Jase, what if I 'like" this Marcus?"
"Honey, we'll deal with that if and when we need to, and we both know who you're with in bed, naked at the end of the day. And your adventures thus far have turned me on!"
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed, and got out of bed.
"What?" he said.
"I have to get something!" she replied.
She came back in a few minutes with a few old neckties. She was smiling at him, and drew the curtains of the room closed. She put the lights on and said:
"I want to say 'thank you' for being the way you are."
Then she shook the ties at him and said: "Thank you time for Jason! Let's play!"
He got up and reached for the ties.
"I want to be tied up and completely at your mercy for a blow job!" She said earnestly.
"Nasty and nice!" was his response.
He turned her around and tied her hands behind her back, pushing her then to her knees. He also tied her ankles together, rendering her helpless.
She was staring at him with bright eyes, as she got ready to suck his cock. But instead he began a different way. She'd been wearing a pair of rubber shower floppies. Jason hauled her up and propelled her onto the bed, so that her ass was sticking up in the air.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, but her cry of surprise was cut off by the first stroke to her ass of the shower sandal.
It made a loud noise and she cried out into the light quilt on the bed.
He hit her three more times, getting the same response from her. Then he switched to one of his belts and her cries were louder and more sustained Robin found herself once again transported to that area of her existence where she harbored and adored such fantasies. The heat of the spanking was spreading throughout her system, and she, through tears now, was uttering a series of fervent cries of: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
He finally broke off from the use of the belt and hauled her back onto the bedroom floor to kneel there.
Here eyes ran with tears, and she was shaking.
"I love you, Jason," she said softly, "I'm here to be your cock sucker! You just use this girl! You just use her now!"
With a growl he got his stiff cock out of his pajama bottoms and fed it into her mouth. He wasn't right then, in the heat of their moment, ready to be gentle and pushed the cock to the back of her throat.
She kept her mouth open wide for him and received him. The trip, the guys at the hotel and in the woods had given her ample opportunity to practice, and she took the cock easily, clamping her mouth around it's girth and taking its length.
"Fuckin' know how to do this now, Robin!" he said.
"MMMMMMNNNNNGGGHHHH!" was the only sound she could make with the cock in her mouth.
He was straining his hips forward, in effect fucking her throat and he suddenly pulled his cock out.
"Noooooooo!" she wailed but he slapped her ass and growled:
"Shut up, slut!"
He threw her onto the bed again and now pried her ass cheeks apart and in one movement of his slimy, wet prick, sunk it into her asshole.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!" she wailed as he fucked her ass.
He reached around and started to play with her pussy at the same time, bringing her to an orgasm that had been building through the heat and fury of the spanking and the blow job.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Jaaaaaaasssssssooooonnnnn!!!!!!!!" she wailed as she came.
He shuddered and came next, landing then on top of her.
He released her and she said, as they lay together on the bed entwined:
"Thank you, my Jason! I'll really try not to disgrace you."
Marcus Williams didn't disappoint at all. He showed up that morning. He was athletic and well built, solid. He wore a tee shirt and a pair of bicycle type shorts that clung to his thighs and ass.
Robin was transported. She'd decided to be naughty and hoped that Jason didn't mind. She put on a pair of tight, white shorts that day that showed her pink panties clearly, when she moved or bent over, and she intended to both move and bend over, when Marcus was there. She wore a red tee shirt and a soft bra that let her nipples play 'hide and seek' with the world.
Jason greeted the young man with familiarity and introduced Marcus to Robin. She smiled and said that she was pleased, and Marcus gave her a huge grin.
"I've got a few things to do here, Marcus," Jason said. "Robin will show you where the stuff is and what we want done out there."
Marcus mouthed to Jason the word "Wow!", after looking at Robin, and Jason just grinned.
She walked ahead of Marcus, swinging her ass cheeks for his benefit. There was a slight lingering thought about whether Jason would mind or not. But her pussy was making decisions for her that morning, it seemed. Marcus followed with a grin growing on his face. She went into the shed, and as soon as he was there with her, she launched herself at him for a kiss.
He backed away indignant and said in almost a growl:
"What the fuck you doin', white bitch?"
It stopped her, and before she could recompose herself, he slapped her face.
"Takin' fuckin' liberties!" he almost yelled, and slapped her again, bringing tears to her eyes.
She was now cowed and disoriented, not knowing what to do. But Marcus took over:
"Get on the floor, bitch! Get down there!"
Robin sunk to her knees, having suddenly the very same reaction that she'd had in the woods to the hispanic workers from the hotel. She was trembling and unsure of herself and just waited to be directed by him.
She had a thought, knowing that Marcus had taken charge and said:
"Wake up, woman, fuckin' Jason's my man! He gave your ass to me! He be here in a bit; you just do what you're told. Do you understand or is it bitch slappin' time again?"
Robin held up her hands, as thoroughly cowed now, as she had previously been with the hispanic guys. Even more turned on by what Marcus said about Jason. Jason's attitude was part of Robin's turn on; he was still the calm port that she returned to and she was determined to deny him nothing at all. But his participation ramped up the heat for her now.
She tried to find her way into what Marcus wanted. She reached for the front of his bicycle type shorts and said softly:
"Can I suck your cock?"
"Say what, woman?" he said almost with disgust in his voice.
She was surprised, and he continued:
"Fuck no! Woman you haven't earned suckin' my cock status yet, not by one long fuckin' shot! Look at you: Prime pussy but you still too dumb to even have your clothes off!"
Robin got the message clearly and scrambled. Marcus watched with a grin on his face, as she stripped of the tee shirt and then the bra.
"Big tits, Momma!" he said.
She smiled and put her hands under her huge tits and held them out toward him. He slapped her right tit and said roughly:
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