Two Weeks at the Farm - Sex Stories

Two Weeks at the Farm

My name is Brenda Grafton, I'm 28 never married and intrigued by John Malone. My reputation fascinates Brenda and my age 55 also intrigues her. She is the pampered daughter from a old money family of Dallas, her family's money is from oil and gas. She is an attractive, well mannered young lady. She is 5'4", 115 lbs, slender but shapely, firm, high breasts, small taut waist and a tight, rounded ass. Long, thick unmanageable blonde hair accents her face and her best feature is blue eyes framed by long, lashes and a full sensual mouth. John Malone is a self made Billionaire, a businessman and lawyer and owner of one of the largest and most prosperous farms in Texas. I also own one of the largest horse farms in Louisville Kentucky. Her father is a limited partner in two of my oil and gas exploration companies, I approached Brenda and introduced myself. There is obviously something between us, and we spent the balance of the day, talking and, laughing. I took Brenda out to dinner twice, she was never alone with me. Brenda knew I had been married six times, she gathered from the rampant gossip in Dallas, my marriages ended in divorces. I never lack for female companionship and my pride and ego is soothed by women, being a work alcohilac and sex. Brenda thinks I began dating her because I saw her as a malleable possession I can shape, dominate and control. Brenda is fascinated and intrigued in dating a older man, I have no qualms explaining and discussing with her my sexual needs. ...

... While trying not to frighten her, I made it clear I wanted sex with her. She is still an innocent and naive woman. She barely knew what sex was, but she knew she couldn't give me what I wanted, and begged me to wait. We kissed when we were together, and to placate me, she would allow me to slip my hand under her skirts and fingered her, igniting physical sensations that she has never experienced before, but enjoyed. Being fifty-five and divorced six times with experience dating women between 18 to 45, Brenda's naiveté is a challenge for me. Brenda is flattered someone like me, very wealthy, tall, well educated and experienced in dating women. Brenda loved the attention I paid her, and the looks of envy on the faces of the other young women when they would see us together. Brenda loved horseback riding. She would often ride her favorite horse along the tree-lined road that ran through the woods behind her families farm. She is on the road riding home, enjoying the warm, balmy weather, when she had that unsettling, prickly feeling at the back of her neck and turned to see another rider following her at a distance. Alone on the secluded road she started riding faster, but the other rider sped up and quickly caught up with her and blocked her path. She looked up and saw me on my magnificent Bay and with a sense of relief, she smiled and said good evening. " What are you doing out here?" She questioned me. Ignoring her question, I countered with one of my own. " A better question ...