It was a weekend that started early, when we were sent home from work by the snow. My boy was there, eager, slutty, ready to play. I teased him gently, wanking his cock, enjoying his mood and not wanting to end it too soon. I didn’t intend for him to cum just yet. While we played the snow still fell outside.
Our teasing play continued into Saturday and with it came further fantasies and plans. When Mat came, when I finally let him cum, I was going to catch his spunk in my hand and feed it to him. I dragged my hand across his mouth for illustration and he lapped eagerly at it.
The tension built around us, desire and frustration pouring through us. I fucked him with a glass toy and then with my strap-on, still building our fantasies. When he came, after he came, I was going to rape him. I was going to fuck him with my big blue strap-on until it hurt, until he cried out in pain. I still didn’t let him cum.
I lay back on the bed and wanked myself, my head full of our fantasies, I came hard and quickly. He looked on, seeing how much I enjoyed that fantasy. He knew his fate was sealed.
On Sunday, I sent him to get smooth. To prepare his body for me, to prepare his boy-cunt, making it look inviting and eager. I inspected his handiwork, loving the feel of his naked flesh under my hands. Desire flooded through us and we clung closely to each other. Still he had not cum and I would make him wait a little longer.
We went out together, into the snowy world, to meet friends. Under his clothes he wore pink panties. He was my bitch and he would remember it. I had tucked my strap-on into my hand bag although I didn’t know if I’d get a chance to use it.
On our way home we pulled over into a lay-by. He stripped off to show me the panties he wore, pushing the car seat back to lie there, my slut, full of desire. I stroked his hard cock and tweaked his nipples. The car was almost too hot, the heating turned up full. I thought of the cold outside. I opened the car door and reached down to the untrodden snow outside. I scooped up a handful and scattered it over my boy’s naked body then played with his cock as he rubbed the snow over his chest.
Again and again I fetched handfuls of snow until his torso was soaking wet. Each fresh handful brought gasps of pleasure and pain as I scattered it over his body and rubbed it against him until it melted.
I let Mat wank his cock as I brought yet more snow in, until he came suddenly, almost without warning, into my cold and waiting hand. True to my word, I smeared his spunk into his mouth and he licked it up.
Then I turned, and pulled my strap-on from my bag. I strapped it on quickly and he turned and knelt on the seat. I came and knelt behind him. I forced my cock into him and pounded him as he whimpered, my brave, beautiful bitch, taking what was given.
I watched the lights of the cars as they drove past us and wondered what the drivers would have thought if they knew what was going on in the lay-by as they passed. My boy and I were together, our weekend completed with a promise kept. My bitch put in his place, owned and loved.
We were very happy with the snow.