I had had a few days off work, and now I was in an indifferent mood. I had gotten used to waking, feeling a pair of Pat's lips surrounding my cock. We didn't rush, we fucked regularly, slow and easy, taking our time.

Then yesterday, something unusual happened.

After breakfast, we were sitting on the deck having coffee. "What?" Pat asked when she caught me staring.

I don't know why, but I blurted out, "Take your dress off!"

I didn't think anything of it. Pat spends a lot of time lounging on the deck weather permitting, with little or no clothes on. It's private, only Old Norm next door has a view and he has seen Pat naked many times.

I was about to repeat myself, then thought, 'Rephrase, it sounded like an order.' As it does in these situations, the thought process failed, "You heard. Take your dress off!"

I think Pat detected the nervousness in my voice. She looked at me with piercing eyes. I couldn't back down now, I modified and reiterated, "Take your fucking dress off!" This time I managed a firm, solid voice.

Pat stood and lifted her blue cotton dress over her head. "Satisfied?" she said, a smirk on her face. Presumably, because she wasn't wearing a bra or panties.

"Is that all, Sir?" Pat said in a sarcastic voice. The "Sir," was drawn out.

I took a drink of my coffee and looked Pat's naked body up and down. "No," I said, "Get on the table. Play with your cunt."

I said cunt because it sounded more abrupt, masterful.

Pat said nothing. She hitched herself up and sat her bare ass on the table. Her legs were open, and one hand ventured between them. Pat ran a finger up and down her slit. Then she found her clit. Her fingertip circled and rolled over it. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly. A small amount of liquid seeped from her pussy.

Pat opened her eyes, looked at me and said she was ready to be fucked. I had started something that felt good and decided to carry it on while I had a chance.

"I'll fuck you when I'm ready! Not because you are." I tried to make my voice biting and commanding.

The problem was, I was ready. My cock was aching, but I managed to keep my composure, "Did I tell you-you could stop? Slut!"

I waited for a reaction from Pat. I had never called her anything like that before. Pat said nothing, she laid back and went to work on her pussy. Rubbing and fingering herself. I stood by the side of the table and released my cock. Pat tried to grab it, but I pulled away.

I seized her chin between my thumb and fingers and leaned over until the tip of my nose nudged hers. I looked directly into Pat's eyes, "When I say."

The power I was feeling was incredible. I could only hope Pat had similar sensations. Judging by the intensity in her eyes and the short time to climax, she was.

"Again!" I ordered.

Pat used both hands on herself. One massaging her clit, the other fingering herself. Both were covered in her juices. Pat became consumed pleasing herself. She had no idea I was stroking my cock, the head not far from her lips.

I watched as Pat's body stiffened. Her hips lifted and her hands froze. Pat's whole body quivered as she reached another more intense climax. Her moans had reached a fever pitch.

Me, I was ready to shoot my load.

I pushed Pat's hands away and partially inserted three fingers into Pat's cunt. She was tight, her muscles were contracted, she was still cumming. I persisted and forced my fingers in, waited a few seconds and then finger fucked her. Pat's body arched even more.

She screamed, "Fuuuuuuck!"

I took my chance and stifled her scream by plunging my cock into her mouth. As soon as the head found her throat the first of many wads of cum exploded out. The feeling in my cock was intense. I hadn't felt it as fiercely for a very long time.

Pat seemed to be the same. She sucked on my cock trying for more of the white stuff, even though I was completely dry. I tried to move back, but Pat's mouth held onto my cock. I had to tell her to release me before she would let go. When she did, I sat in a lounger and watched Pat's chest rise and fall.

Pat got off the table, came over and sat on my lap. She put her arms around my neck and her head on my chest. I put my arm around her, and Pat lifted her feet and put them on my thigh. My other arm held her legs so she could remain curled in a ball comfortably.

We remained like that for some time. Neither of us spoke. And when we eventually moved it was to kiss. A long passionate kiss.