Mistress of the Mountain

The first time I saw her, sweat already clung to my skin and my cock twitched against my shorts. Lena stood in the doorway of the remote mountain chalet like she owned the thin air itself, tight black leggings hugging every curve of her thick thighs and that round, juicy ass.

"Strip to your shorts, Mark. Now," she said, voice low and commanding, eyes raking over me.

The chalet smelled of pine and woodsmoke, a single open room with a huge stone fireplace and one wide bed piled with furs. Snow dusted the windows outside, but inside the heat between us was already rising. I was her client for a week-long intensive fitness retreat. She was the Mistress, and she made that clear before I even dropped my bag.

"These sessions aren't optional," Lena continued, circling me slowly. Her sports bra barely contained her full tits, nipples already hard against the fabric. "You obey. You sweat. You beg if I want you to."

My pulse hammered. "Yes, Mistress."

She smirked, then shoved me backward onto the thick rug in front of the fire. Before I could catch my breath her hand was inside my shorts, wrapping around my thickening cock.

"Fuck, you're already leaking for me," she murmured, stroking me roughly, thumb smearing the precum over my swollen head. "Look at this big dick. All mine this week."

I groaned, hips jerking. "Lena... Mistress... shit, that feels—"

"Quiet." She squeezed my balls just hard enough to make me gasp, then peeled her own leggings down in one smooth motion. No panties. Her shaved pussy glistened, lips puffy and slick. She straddled my face without warning, lowering that hot, wet cunt onto my mouth.

"Eat it. Deep. I want to feel your tongue in my pussy."

I dove in like a starving man. Her taste flooded me—tangy, sweet, addictive. I licked long stripes up her slit, sucked her swollen clit between my lips and flicked it hard. Lena ground down, thighs clamping my head, riding my face with short, demanding rolls of her hips.

"Yes... right there, fuck. Suck my clit harder, slave." Her voice cracked into a moan as I pushed my tongue inside her tight hole, fucking her with it. Wet sounds filled the chalet, her juices coating my chin, dripping down my neck. She reached back and fisted my cock, pumping me in time with her grinding.

I was rock-hard, aching, balls tight. She suddenly lifted off my face, leaving me gasping, lips shiny with her cream.

"Bed. On your back. Legs spread."

I scrambled onto the big bed. Lena kicked off the rest of her clothes, tits bouncing free—full, heavy, dark nipples begging to be sucked. She crawled over me, grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one strong hand.

"You don't touch unless I say. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." My voice was hoarse with need.

She lowered herself onto my cock in one slick, brutal drop. Her pussy swallowed every inch, hot velvet gripping me so tight I saw stars. "Fuuuuck," she hissed, head falling back. "So thick. Stretching my cunt just right."

Lena started riding me hard, ass slapping against my thighs, tits bouncing inches from my face. Each downward thrust made her moan, low and filthy. I could feel her walls fluttering, squeezing my shaft as she used me.

"Look at you," she panted, leaning forward so her nipples brushed my lips. "Big strong trainer, turned into my personal fucktoy in one afternoon. Suck them."

I latched onto one nipple, sucking greedily while she fucked me faster. The wet smack of her pussy taking my cock echoed off the wooden walls. Her juices ran down my balls, soaking the sheets.

"Harder. Bite it," she ordered. I obeyed, teeth grazing her sensitive peak. She cried out, pussy clamping down like a vice. "I'm gonna cum on this dick. Don't you dare cum yet."

Her rhythm turned frantic, clit grinding against my pubic bone on every stroke. I felt her tremble, thighs shaking. Then she shattered—back arching, a raw scream tearing from her throat as her cunt pulsed and gushed around me. Hot cream flooded my cock, dripping everywhere.

"Fuuuuck yes! Take it... take my cum!"

She didn't stop. The moment her orgasm faded she climbed off, turned around and sank back down reverse cowgirl. Her perfect ass filled my vision—firm, round cheeks spreading as she impaled herself again. I watched my glistening cock disappear between those juicy globes over and over.

"Spank me," she demanded, looking back over her shoulder. "Hard. Make it sting."

My palm cracked against her right cheek. The sound was sharp, delicious. She moaned louder, fucking me even rougher. I spanked the other side, watching the skin bloom pink under my hand.

"Again. Don't stop."

I rained slaps on her bouncing ass while she rode me like a woman possessed. Her pussy made obscene wet noises, creaming so much it frothed at the base of my dick. The pressure in my balls was unbearable.

"Mistress... I'm close. Please—"

"Beg properly." She slammed down, grinding in tight circles, ass flexing.

"Please let me cum inside you. I need to fill this tight pussy. Please, Mistress."

She laughed, breathless and wicked. "Cum then. Flood me. I want to feel it leaking out."

I lost it. My hips bucked up, driving deep as thick ropes of cum erupted inside her. Lena moaned with me, milking every spurt with her clenching walls. My orgasm seemed to last forever, pulse after pulse pumping into her until it overflowed, white cum dripping down my shaft and coating her swollen pussy lips.

She finally slowed, still seated on me, breathing hard. A thin sheen of sweat made her skin glow in the firelight. Turning, she leaned down and kissed me roughly, biting my lower lip.

"Good boy," she whispered against my mouth. "But we're not done. Clean your mess out of my cunt with that tongue, then I'm tying you to the bed and riding your face until I cum again. Understood?"

I swallowed, cock already twitching back to life inside her. "Yes, Mistress."

Outside the chalet, the mountain wind howled. Inside, the week had only just begun.