TESSA 9 - The Resort - The Young Buck

You had a bit of free time, and spent a bit of it looking around the building. There were no locked gates, as it was highly unlikely a voluntary ‘slave’ would need to make their escape in the nude.

The building seemed to go on forever. As you approached the center of the building, you noticed The Garden Room.

The Garden Room was literally an open space in the building, a full garden with lounge chairs, trees, bushes, and flowers. It was a warm day, and the view looked enticing. You entered, and found a comfortable recliner. Nude sunbathing was always a luxury, and you closed your eyes for a moment to soak it in.

“Lady?” Came a voice.

You opened one eye, and saw a young man in white pants carrying an apron. The attire of the kitchen staff.

“Yes?” You held a hand over your eyes to block out the sun. He was blonde, and looked young.

“You got here yesterday, didn’t you?” The young man asked.

“How old are you?” You answered his question with a question.

“Twenty.” He responded. “And I think I want to have sex with you.”

Twenty. It was tempting to use the line ‘I’m old enough to be your mother’, but the rules were different here. That logic didn’t apply.

“Yes, Sir”. You began. “How may I serve you?”

The young man’s expression didn’t change as he unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down the zipper. “We’ll start with you sucking my cock.”

His cock was already stiffening. Long and thin, young and strong, growing out of a thin patch of blonde pubic hair.

“Yes, Sir.”

You sat up, faced the boy, and gently cupped his balls. You gave the head of his cock a gentle kiss and a lick. He responded. His dick twitched a little, and grew harder.

“In your mouth.” He ordered. “I want it in your mouth. Suck it.”

You obeyed, taking good care to suck properly and not let your teeth touch it. You would go down as far as you could to the point of gagging, then stick out your tongue and lick the base. You were very aware his eyes were focused sharply on your service.

“Balls too.”

You didn’t even need the encouragement, you kissed each side of his nut sack, then began to suck them. One at first…. And almost able to get both of them in your mouth. You let your free hand drop down to your pussy. While it was still a bit bruised and sore, a tender rub felt wonderful.

The boy suddenly grabbed your hair and tilted your head up. You were a little more shocked when he gave you a kiss on the lips, followed by a more aggressive kiss.

There’s something about a kiss that is just a game-changer. It speaks a special language, and no two are exactly the same. Your hand went behind the boy’s neck, drawing him closer. Your other hand went to his prick, rubbing it with loving respect. What he lacked in age, he made up for in passion. The kiss continued, and you didn’t want it to end.

“Fuck me.” You whispered into his mouth. “Fuck this slave.”

When his face pulled back from the kiss, there was almost a look of regret. He liked kissing. He was a good kisser. He thought you were pretty enough to want to kiss. And now, he was going to stick his cock inside your pussy.

You laid back, and put a leg over either side of the lounge chair. The boy removed his shoes and socks, then pants and shorts. He was still looking directly into your eyes.

You helped him make the connection. No difficulty, as you were already more than a little wet. The boy bent down and sucked on one of your nipples. You could still see a bit of rope mark around the base of your boob from where they had been tied not long ago. His lips then moved to the other nipple. Fuck. This kid was better than he knew.

He began slowly at first, as though he didn’t want to hurt you. “Okay?” He asked. You merely nodded. Deeper. His lips moved back to yours. A deeper kiss. Your hands around his back.

He was getting into a rhythm now. A bit quick, perhaps, but he’s young. Perhaps a bit of encouragement…

“Yesss…”. You hissed. “That’s it, yesss…”. One of your hands dropped down to his rear. Small buns that would tighten with every upward thrust. “Stick that young prick up my slave pussy… I’m here to please your cock…” It was a far different session than the one that had taken place in your room with the two black men the night before.

The boy was bucking pretty hard now. These young studs certainly have a lot of energy, don’t they? You also felt a bit of a loving feeling, taking care of a young man in a special way that he would remember for the rest of his life.

“UHHH!” The young man suddenly stopped, spasmed, and nearly collapsed. You could feel his cock inside, pumping a generous gift. You both felt a calm feeling of relaxation under the warm sun as your breathing returned to normal.

“Thank you.” The young man said, lifting his face up to give you yet another deep kiss, his dick still inside.

“No, thank you, Sir.” You answered.