A Submissive Vacation - Part 1

Have you ever been to Zion National Park? It's in Utah. It's exquisitely beautiful. It draws people of all varieties thanks to that beauty. There are the van-lifers, the RVers, the hippie hikers, the families, the young and adventurous and athletic, and even the well to-do that are looking for a bit of luxury alongside their escape to nature.

My husband and I aren't quite in that last group, but we aspire to it, which is why we booked our stay at a place offering luxury villas amongst the natural beauty of the park, or just outside the park, in the case of this particular resort.

We booked a one bedroom villa with an exquisite kitchen, a living area, and a deck offering a breathtaking view of the desert. I was most interested in the resort's pool, if I'm being honest, as I'd planned for at least two days of relaxing poolside while my husband adventured in the park with a few friends who happened to be staying nearby.

We hiked together on our first day. It was incredible, if I'm being honest. The beauty is unparalleled. Plus, as it turns out there are lots of places to make out given that you're largely alone in such a wide, expansive place. I gave my husband - Tim is his name - a little bit of a handjob during one of those make out sessions and let him fuck me from behind – which is not something I normally do or even consider - for a few minutes on another. He didn't cum in either instance, mostly because I really liked the idea of him being horny the whole day. We fucked again when we got home and this time he came deep inside me.

On our second full day Tim went off to hike with his friends and I stayed at the resort. I put on the bikini I'd bought for our trip, threw on a sheer cover up and a pair of sandals and headed for the pool. I found a lounge chair with a view, ordered a drink from a handsome young waiter scurrying about the pool area, and settled in to spend the day relaxing.

"May I sit here?"

I opened my eyes to find an elegant older woman – not old, but at least a decade older than me - in a white one piece swimsuit standing remarkably close and gesturing to the lounge chair next to mine.

"Of course," I said.

She moved with grace as she laid down, crossed her ankles, and beckoned for the waiter to come her way.

"Do you have any blended drinks?" she asked.

The waiter went down the list as she watched.

"I do love a daiquiri," she said. "Let's make it two. One for me and one for my new friend."

"Oh, I couldn't," I replied.

She reached over and rested her fingers on my arm. "I insist."

For whatever reason I didn't object. The waiter walked away.

"He has a fine ass, doesn't he?" the woman remarked.

I laughed. I couldn't help it.

"I'm Erica, by the way," she said.

"I'm Alice."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Alice. Are you here all alone?"

I shook my head. "I'm with my husband, Tim. He's out hiking with friends today. I requested that I get to relax at the resort."

"A woman after my own heart," Erica said with a smile. "You're very beautiful, by the way."

I found the compliment surprisingly flattering and felt my face redden just a touch. "Thank you."

Again she reached out and rested her fingers on my forearm. Her touch was gentle and reassuring and there was just a hint of electricity to it, like my body was trying to tell me something.

"Are you here alone?" I asked.

"I'm here with my husband Alec. He's golfing today. He loves to golf. He says it's the best way to close a deal. Says he's made more money on golf courses than he's made in conference rooms."

"What does he do?"

"Real estate development. Big projects, usually. He's working with a hotel group to secure land in the area. They want to build a resort that would put this one to shame."

Erica struck me as the sort of woman that was used to getting what she wanted, likely because of the wealth she possessed. It explained the confidence she exuded, though there was a certain kind of charisma emanating from her, too. Charisma I'd happily surrendered to when she insisted that I enjoy a drink - my second of the day - with her.

Our conversation continued as we enjoyed that drink. I learned that Erica was working as a lawyer when she met her husband. She'd since given that up in favor of running a charity.

I asked if she felt any regrets over giving up her career in favor of pursuing a different kind of life and she showed no hesitation in making it perfectly clear that she regretted nothing, that she'd achieved a great level of happiness that she ever thought possible.

"There is a downside to being married to a wealthy man, though," she noted when we'd both finished our drinks.

She'd piqued my curiosity. "Yeah? Would you care to share?"

She turned to me, took her sunglasses off, and smiled. "You need to work harder to keep a wealthy man happy because he has options. Options that other men don't have. There are always - and I mean always - younger, prettier women that are more than willing to do whatever it takes to secure the affections of a man with money."

We'd been talking long enough that I felt like Erica and I were friends, or close to it. Plus, I was a little bit drunk, so I didn't hesitate to ask the question that came to mind. "Are we talking about sexual stuff? Like, I don't know, giving extra blowjobs or something?"

She smiled, put her sunglasses on, and stretched out her lean body in a slow, remarkably seductive fashion. "That's part of it. I've sucked quite a bit of cock over the course of our marriage. There's also the dedication to diet and fitness to ensure that my body remains appealing. There's the occasional beauty procedure - botox injections, lip filler, some light plastic surgery - as well. Men are men, after all."

Erica rolled onto her side and I noted that her body looked taut and fit from head to toe. She clearly took her gym time seriously and the hard work had paid off.

"That's not all it is, though."

She'd described quite a lot - something of a full time job depending on the frequency of the blowjobs - and yet there was more. "What else could there be?"

She smiled, though it struck me as decidedly seductive. Needlessly so, really, since I'd been quite clear that I was straight. "Alec has very particular tastes, sexually speaking, that he likes me to cater to."

I'd been curious before, but now I absolutely needed to know. "Would it be inappropriate of me to ask what those tastes are?"

Instead of answering, Erica picked up her phone. I couldn't see the screen, but she did a fair bit of tapping and swiping before handing it to me.

On screen was a picture of Erica. She was dressed in thigh high black latex boots and a black latex bodysuit. The photo looked to be taken by someone lying on the ground as she stood in front of them. She had a riding crop in her hand and a severe look on her face.

"Wow," was all I managed to say.

"Swipe right."

I did so and my mouth hung open for a moment as I studied an image of Erica and a young blonde. It looked to be taken on the same day as the first as Erica was dressed in a similar manner. The blonde girl was naked and on her knees. One of Erica's legs was extended and the girl appeared to be rubbing her pussy on the latex boot.

"What do you think?" she asked.

I stared at the image for a few moments longer and then looked at Erica. In that moment, I wasn't sure what I thought. I'd never seen a picture like that in my life. Suddenly, the woman sitting next to me seemed completely different, like she was a stranger I was meeting for the first time.

"Could you see yourself in the position of the young lady in that second image?"

I looked back at the picture and for some reason my pussy tingled as I imagined myself in her place. It was the first time in my life that I'd had a thought that even bordered on kinky.

"No," I answered as I handed her the phone.

Erica held up a hand. "Swipe right again. Watch the video."

I should have walked away at that moment. I didn't, though. I swiped right. I tapped the screen. I watched the video of the girl grinding her pussy against Erica's boot. She was damn near fucking it. Erica looked down at the girl and ran her fingers through her hair. "You're such a pretty little slut," she said to the girl in the video. "Get yourself nice and wet on my boot. Fuck it like a good girl. Get soaked before my husband does as he pleases with your pussy."

The video ended and I handed her the phone. This time she took it.

For a handful of seconds there was silence between us. Then Erica sat up and leaned towards me. Her fingers rested on my warm, taut stomach for a moment and then slipped into my bikini bottoms. She was inside me a moment later. She pulled out just as quickly as she'd penetrated me and my head whipped around to see if anyone had noticed. No one was looking our way, though.

"Just as I thought," she said.

I was wet. Exceptionally wet based on how easily she penetrated me. I felt embarrassed to have gotten turned on and to have done nothing to stop her from fingering me.

"My husband will be back soon. We're in room 412. I'd like you to be at our door in two hours."

Erica gathered her things, stood, and walked away. I didn't say a word. I had no intention of going to her room in two hours, but I didn't say a word.

I couldn't stop thinking about her, about the pictures, about the video. My pussy remained wet. Exceptionally wet. After half an hour I went to our room. I paced and told myself that I wouldn't go to her room, that I wouldn't get myself entangled in her and her husband's erotic game.

I was still turned on, though, so I tried masturbating. I laid in bed and took my bikini bottoms off. I rubbed my clit. It felt good. Exceptionally good. Then that video played in my head, except it wasn't a blonde girl on her knees. It was me. I felt an overpowering rush of desire and immediately pulled my hand away from my clit.

"Fuck," I whispered. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

I got up and stripped out of my bikini. I stepped into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Then, without really thinking, I started doing my makeup. I told myself that I wanted to look good for when Tim got home, that I wanted him to walk into our room and want nothing more than to fuck me. I did my hair, too, and I made sure it looked good.

Then I put on a dress and a pair of heels. I grabbed my room key and stepped out. I rode the elevator to the fourth floor. I knocked on the door to room 412 at the appointed time. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might leap from my chest.

Erica answered the door. She was dressed exactly as she'd been in the photos and video she'd showed me. She looked far more intimidating in person, though, even while offering a delighted smile.

"Welcome, Alice," she said softly. "I knew you'd come."

Erica moved aside and I stepped into the room, which turned out to be even nicer than hours with a roomier living room, a sizable kitchen, a huge deck, and two bedrooms.

"Remove your dress," she instructed.

I reached back and unzipped the dress. It fell to the floor and I stepped out of it. I hadn't bothered putting on a bra or panties. The sound of the latex shifting with every step proved surprisingly arousing as Erica moved behind me. She kissed the back of my neck and cupped my breasts in her warm hands.

"My husband's going to love you," she whispered. "He's going to love ravaging your tight young body. He's going to love using you for his pleasure. So am I."

Her fingers slipped into my pussy and I leaned against her, closed my eyes, and moaned. It felt good to be invaded by her, to be explored so deeply, to surrender to her confident touch.

My legs were trembling with pleasure by the time Erica pulled her fingers free. They ended up in my mouth next and I sucked them clean without hesitation.

"Come," she whispered before taking my hand and leading me into the living room.

Alec was older than I'd expected - I'd have guessed late forties - but he clearly took care of himself. He was trim and fit-looking, he still had most of his hair, and he was exceptionally handsome. He was sipping a drink as I entered the room and his eyes roamed over my body in an appreciative manner that made my pussy tingle.

"You've done well, my love," he said. "Very well. She's even more beautiful than the last girl."

"It's only her second day here, too, so you'll have plenty of time to enjoy her," Erica replied.

I felt excitement and just a touch of fear at the notion that I was agreeing to a week's worth of use by Alec and Erica.

"Come here," he said.

I looked at Erica and she smiled and nodded. I felt shy, all of a sudden. Nervous, too. I approached the couch where Alec sat, though. When he reached out I took his hand. When he spun me around and pulled me into his lap, I offered no resistance. When his strong hand moved over my naked body - cupping my tits and fingering my pussy a little - I moaned because it felt good. I was excited. More excited than I'd been in a long time.

"You're married?" he asked.

"Yes," I admitted softly.

"And does your husband know you're here?"

"No."

Alec turned my head towards his and studied my face. My heart pounded as his hand continued to explore my body.

"That feels good," I whispered as he fingered my pussy.

He smiled and kissed me. His tongue probed my mouth. I reached up to caress his face as he fingered me deeper and worked my clit with his thumb. I was putty in his hands.

"We're going to have so much fun this week," he said.

Again I felt nervous, in part because I recognized that I was largely powerless to resist whatever Erica and Alec wanted of me.

"Come here," Erica said.

I stood and walked towards her. She was intensely sexy in her black latex outfit.

Erica kissed me. She pulled me close. She smacked my ass hard as our tongues entwined. It was the first time I'd ever kissed a woman and it was spectacular. My body hummed with desire, as it had done since she showed me the pictures at the pool.

"Get on your knees," she whispered.

I dropped to my knees and looked up at her. I thought of the video. I thought of the girl grinding her pussy on Erica's boot. I shifted my body until my pussy rested on her boot. I began to fuck it.

Erica stepped back, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled until it hurt. Then she bent over with an annoyed look on her face.

"Did I give you permission to fuck my boot, slut?"

I shook my head. "No. I'm sorry."

She looked down at foot. "You got your disgusting cunt juices on my boot. Lick them up. Now."

I fell forward and ran my tongue through the pussy juice I'd left on the boot. It was utterly enthralling to do so. I knew that Alec was staring at my pussy, that he could probably see how wet I was. My whole body tingled as I offered my submission to a humiliating task.

Erica bent over and spanked my ass. She did so a handful of times and each successive blow hurt more than the previous one. I kept licking, though. I kept falling deeper under the spell she'd cast over me.

"Good girl," she said. "Look up at me."

I'd cleaned my juices off her boot so I sat back and looked up at the gorgeous older woman. She smiled down at me, stepped closer, and reached down to gently tug on the zipper in the crotch of her bodysuit. Her pussy was soon free of the black latex. Her lips were pink and plump and I could see how wet she was.

"Kiss it," she demanded.

I leaned in. The smell of her pussy hit my nose just a moment before I kissed it. It was an exquisitely pleasurable act that made my legs tremble with desire. Erica put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer. Her pussy lips parted over my mouth. Her juices spread over my face. She got a little rough and it hurt a little as the teeth of the zipper dragged against my cheek.

I felt like I was in an entirely different world than the one I'd occupied just a few hours prior. In that world I'd been on vacation with my husband. I'd planned on having sex with him when he got back from his hike. I'd planned on having an orgasm and making him cum inside me. In this new world I was but a plaything for a couple I barely knew. I was dripping with desire. I was as horny as I'd ever been. I was eagerly being smothered by a beautiful woman's pussy and desperate to fuck her boot with my wet cunt.

Erica stepped back and pulled my hair until I was staring up at her. She smiled. "You look prettier covered in my juices," she said.

She spun me around until I was facing her husband. I saw the bulge in his slacks. It was big and I knew it would end up inside me. Of course it would.

"Crawl to him, slut," she instructed.

I crawled towards Alec and he smiled. As soon as I got close enough I reached up to caress his bulge.

"So eager," he said.

I pulled my hand back. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay. I like an eager slut. I like it when a girl wants to please me. Some girls need a little coaxing to let out their inner slut. It seems that you're not one of them."

He took my hand and placed it on his bulge. I stroked it.

"Tell me, Alice, does your husband know that you're an eager little slut?"

I shook my head. I wasn't a prude and Tim and I had an active and satisfying sex life, but he'd never tapped into what Erica had unleashed.

"Take my cock out."

I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was beautiful. Long and thick and veiny with a plump head. I stroked it. I stared at it. I actually felt my mouth water.

I felt Erica behind me. She knelt. I felt the latex against my back. She took my breasts in her hands and squeezed hard enough for it to hurt.

"Are you a good cocksucker?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered.

"It's not hard to be. You just have to put aside your desires, your pleasure, your needs. You have to focus everything on the man. You have to give yourself over to making him feel good no matter what. Take his cock in your mouth, Alice. Show us both that you're a good cocksucker."

I leaned forward. I took Alec in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his fat cock. I sucked. I moaned as I sucked. I felt so good as I sucked.

"That's a good girl," Erica said.

Alec put a hand on the back of my head. He pushed down. More of his cock entered my mouth. I gagged. He kept pushing, though. Erica's fingers entered me from behind and she rubbed my clit. The discomfort of the big cock in my throat was countered by the gentle fingering and clit rubbing from Erica. It was pleasure and pain. It was delight and discomfort. It was incredible.

I pulled back and gasped for air when Alec finally released his grip on my hair. Erica delivered a handful of swift blows against my ass and I cried out in pain. Alec smiled and slipped three fingers into my mouth. He leaned forward to fuck my face more effectively and made me gag over and over again.

When he'd finished, Erica pulled my hair to turn me around. She pushed her foot forward and said, "Fuck it, you slut."

I dragged my hips forward, dropped my pussy onto her boot, and fucked it vigorously. I ground my clit and cunt all over the latex and looked up at Erica as I did. An orgasm fast approached.

"You may cum," she said.

To my great surprise, I had a fantastically pleasurable orgasm while fucking her boot. It was stunning. It left my body tingling. It left me lightheaded. It left me weak enough that I nearly collapsed.

"Good girl," Erica said. "Now clean my boot."

For the second time that day I licked my pussy juices off her boot. There was quite a bit more this time, though, so it took longer. There was movement behind me as I licked up my mess. I was pretty sure Alec was stripping.

As it turned out, he was. When Erica gave me permission to cease licking her boot I sat back and was greeted by the sight of Alec's naked, firm, surprisingly muscular body. His wife was stroking his cock and they were kissing deeply.

"You did a very good job finding her," he said. "Your instincts are impeccable."

"I do love to please you, darling."

He smiled and grasped his wife's breast through the latex of her bodysuit. He played roughly with her flesh while she stroked him as they kissed once more. I watched with a smile on my face and the delightful sense that I'd aided in their pleasure.

Erica then walked past me and sat on the couch. She spread her legs and beckoned me closer. I crawled towards her. I crawled between her legs. I kissed her thighs and she caressed my hair.

I felt Alec get on his knees behind me. His fingers entered me. He probed me deeply and then pulled out and rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy.

"He's going to fuck you now," Erica said. "He's going to use you. He's going to use your pussy and use it hard. He's going to cum inside you."

It turned me on. It shouldn't have, but I wanted it.

"You're going to eat my pussy while my husband fucks you," she continued. "And I'm going to film all of it."

She grabbed my hair and pulled me to her pussy. I plunged my tongue inside her. Alec plunged into my cunt from behind. The first penetration was rough and it hurt. I wasn't used to his size. He remained in me for a few seconds and then grabbed my hips and began to fuck me.

Erica was right. He used me hard. He wasn't the slightest bit gentle. It hurt. It felt good, too.

I ate her pussy like a good girl. I got fucked like a good girl. It all happened on film, too, as Erica pointed her phone at me and captured everything. She told me to look into the lens and I did. She told me to beg for Alec's cock, and I did. She told me to tell her how much I enjoyed being used by them and I did.

"Beg him to cum in your pussy, slut," she said.

"Please, Alec, cum inside me!" I cried out.

Erica grabbed my hair and directed my mouth to her cunt once more. I licked and sucked on her clit. Alec fucked me from behind and spanked my ass hard. It was painful and hugely arousing.

He buried his dick inside me. He came. He groaned and grunted as he filled me with his load. Erica came, too. They came together as they used me from both ends.

She set her phone down and smiled. She ran her fingers through my hair as Alec pulled out.

"Your husband will probably be back soon," Erica said. "Maybe he's already back and wondering where you are. You should go back to your room."

"Thank you," I replied.

"You're welcome. We look forward to using you again."

"Me too."

I stood and hurried towards the door. I put on my dress.

Erica strode towards me with her phone in her hand. She offered it to me. There was a text open. The video was attached. The number hadn't been entered, though.

"Put in your husband's number," she said.

I stared at the phone. If I entered the number Tim would know what I'd done. There'd be no keeping the secret. I couldn't.

I did, though.

Erica took the phone and sent the video. She pulled me close and kissed me as deeply as I'd ever been kissed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said.

I walked out of their room and towards the elevators with cum leaking down my leg. I rode the elevator to our floor. I stepped out and headed to our room. I heard the TV on. Tim had gotten back from his hike. He was inside the room. He was probably watching the video Erica had made.

I held the keycard over the lock. The green light came on. I pulled down on the handle. I opened the door. I stepped into the room, into my future. I took a deep breath and hoped for the best.