Chapter 2

It wasn't until months later that I learned the route to the wine country from San Francisco. From the time we left the curb at Dolores' house until we pulled up in front of a posh bed and breakfast near someplace called St. Helena, I saw only Patricia. We held hands most of the way, and we talked. I realized, somewhere along the way, that I enjoyed listening to her as much as talking to her. A distinct change from my usual mode. She didn't prattle or gossip. When she had something to say, it was built on knowledge tempered with a formidable intellect and a willingness to think. Even when I disagreed with her, I had to admire the cogency of her arguments.

It was strange not having to carry anything to our room - the chauffeur took care of that, but I thought I could get used to it.

We changed clothes for dinner, and I discovered that Patricia had reservations at a small local Italian place. I suppose the food was good. The service must have been excellent, because I hardly noticed the waiters. By the time we got back into the limo, I was sure we were in love.

Patricia, though, seemed to grow tense as we entered the car.

"Gary," she said, holding herself a little away from me, "I need to ask something of you. Do you think you can trust me?"

I wasn't sure where this was going, so I made sure to examine my own feelings before answering.

"Let me put it this way, Patricia." I said, "If I should put my life in your hands and you decided to end it, I would still consider it to have been a bet worth making. Trust is a thing that takes time to build, but I feel so strongly about what we're building here that I'm willing to take that gamble. I hope that answers your question to your satisfaction."

She smiled and cupped my cheek with a soft palm. "Honest and forthright, just as Dolores said! Very well, then! It's nothing so drastic as putting your life in my hands, but when we get back to the room, I'm going to ask you to put your trust in me, okay?"

"Okay."

We held hands in silence, each thinking our own thoughts on the short ride back to the B&B.

When we were alone, with the door locked, Patricia turned to me with a serious countenance.

"Dolores told me about your conversation," she said softly, "you know, when she asked what your perfect woman was like?"

I nodded, not sure whether I should thank Dolores or get on her case for betraying my trust.

"Are you up for a little adventure tonight?"

Again I nodded, and she continued, "Most times, I love being sweet and feminine, but sometimes I like to have the upper hand..."

She pulled a coil of soft rope from her bag. "Will you go along with me on this?"

My cock was clamoring to get out of my pants, so it didn't take me long to answer, "Do you want me to take my clothes off first, or do you want to do it?"

She smiled, and gestured, "Disrobe, if you please!"

It didn't take long, and I was glad for the rigor of my workouts as I stood, naked and vulnerable, before this lovely, regal beauty, who stood before me still fully clothed.

She gestured to a wood-frame chair with arms and a padded seat. By the time she finished binding me, something at which I was convinced she had plenty of practice, my forearms were fastened to the arms of the chair, and my feet rested on the seat, hard against my buttocks, bound also to the chair arms, leaving my entire nether region open and vulnerable.

"I have another reason for binding you, Gary." Patricia said softly, as she started to undress in front of me, "You see, there is something about me that you don't know. I reveal it only to very special people, but I have learned from hard experience to protect myself, just in case..."

Her blouse slipped down those long, slender arms to fall on the floor, followed closely by the lacy scrap of her bra. Patricia's breasts, somewhat larger than a handful, still stood proud and firm, high on her chest. The skirt soon joined the small pile of clothing on the floor, revealing long, gracefully curved legs that seemed to go on forever.

For some reason, she turned to the side to slip off her panties, and did something between her legs before turning back to face me, one hand shielding her crotch.

"This is my secret, Gary." she said, and the tremor in her voice made me glance upward.

Her expression contained fear, hope, and a plea, and my gaze returned to her crotch to see what could cause such a mixture of emotions. Her hand moved slowly aside, and a long, limp cock dropped from its hiding place.

Well, that WAS a surprise - a shock even, but my first thought had my own manhood rising in a completely unambiguous response.

I looked back at Patricia's face, licked my suddenly dry lips, and croaked, "Please be gentle. It's my first time... !"

Her eyes flickered from my face to my crotch, then back to my face, and suddenly she was kissing me. I responded as best I could from my bondage. It was surreal, as this lovely, sophisticated lady devoured my mouth, her slender body and smooth belly ground against me as her improbable cock rose, rubbing slimily against mine in the pre-cum that poured from both!

Then, another shock: Patricia straddled the chair arms, putting her thighs over my forearms, and settled in my lap, sinking my rampant rod deep into what could only be a tight, wet, pussy! Her cock, which by now had reached porn-star proportions, slapped my belly as she impaled herself on mine!

I wanted to help, but bound as I was, there was little I could do, so I relaxed and let her use me.

Use me she did, moaning into my mouth as her pelvis pounded into mine! In seconds I was pouring cum deep inside her, groaning through the most intense orgasm of my life!

No sooner had I stopped pumping than Patricia stood, still wearing the heels and stockings she'd worn to dinner.

"Will you be my slut tonight, Gary?" She whispered with burning intensity, "Will you forget about your cock for the rest of the night and service mine?"

"Any night, Patricia!" I gasped, still leaking fluid onto my belly, "Any day, any hour!"

"If I release you, will you be good?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, "but may I ask a favor?"

"What?"

"Please don't release me unless you intend to bind me in another position..."

She gave me a feral smile, her cock bobbing before her, and said, "I just KNEW you and I were going to get along!"

With that, she straddled the chair again, only this time her slimy purple cockhead bumped my lips, trailing pre-cum. My tongue extended automatically to clean it off, and I found the taste not unpleasant. When that enormous rod approached a second time, I opened my mouth to accept it.

"Mmmm!" I moaned around her plum, and felt it twitch. Using my lips to shield the tender cockflesh from the harshness of my teeth, I leaned forward, taking more of it. I knew about the gag reflex from my reading, but it was one thing to read about and quite another to try to control in real life. I closed my eyes and concentrated, ruthlessly suppressing the urge to vomit each time the reflex triggered. I pictured that beautiful cock buried deep in my face, it's lovely owner in the throes of ecstasy, and in fits and starts, I gradually swallowed every steel-hard centimeter of it.

I don't mean to imply that it was easy! By the time my nose flattened against Patricia's cute little bowl of a belly, tears were streaming down my face! I was still being caught off guard, now and then by the gag impulse, but it was getting better.

To my astonishment, my own prick had risen once again! Just the thought of this beautiful lady stuffing a huge, natural cock down my throat had resurrected me!

I slid backward and reluctantly let her slip from my mouth. I gazed upward past those soft, succulent breasts and begged, "Fuck me!" before recapturing my prize and sinking once more to its root. This time it was easier, at least until Patricia took me at my word, grabbed a double handful of my hair, and began stroking vigorously down my throat!

All I could do was ride it out, choking and gagging as she used me like a whore! Fortunately, it wasn't a very long ride, though it seemed like it would take forever! No more than a minute after she began, Patricia cried out and slammed hard into my face! I could feel her shaft pulsing as she pumped load after load directly into my stomach!

"You continue to amaze me, you dear man!" Patricia gasped, her chest heaving "When I asked you to be my slut, I didn't think you'd take to it with so much enthusiasm!"