Two Weeks at the Farm - Sex Stories

Two Weeks at the Farm

... throbbing cock inside her. I pushed her onto her back so she is trapped beneath me and, with a loud, grunt, I buried myself all the way inside her. With a final painful thrust, I erupted sending my seed deep inside her. She held me, wanting to give me everything, but knowing she is nothing to me, a body, a warm receptacle for me to use . . . she accepted this. The following week was very busy, Brenda and the house staff prepared for a party. The party was a great success. To Brenda's surprise throughout the evening, I displayed a consideration and affection toward her that she had not felt before. I'm in my tuxedo, my best friend Phillip was there with his new wife. Philip and his wife were currently residing in Houston, Texas where Philip practiced law. Brenda was surprised to see her ex-boyfriend. It was good to see him. When she realized how vehemently jealous of him, I was, she put some distance between him and her, and she hadn't seen or talked to him in a very long time. I saw him and questioned Brenda about his being there, but to his credit he managed to behave civilly. The party lasted until well after midnight. Rather than make the long ride home, Brenda and I eventually said our good nights, and adjourned to our bedroom, as some of the guests adjourned to one of the guest rooms. I took Brenda by the arm and pulled her across the yard to one of the out buildings. " Get in there," I said. " No!" I said, glaring at me. " Get in there," I said again. " No, I won't. ...

... I won't! Let go of me, John," She shouted at me. She knew it is pointless she struggled with me trying to break free of my grip. I overpowered her, pushed her into the tack room and tied her wrists together. I tossed the free end of the rope across one of the low wooden beams, pulling the rope taut forcing her to extend her arms over her head. The beam is high enough so when the rope is tightened, it suspended her, allowing just the tips of her shoes to touch the floor. She seen me pull a knife from one of the shelves against the wall and she screamed when I cut away her dress, bra and panties. Brenda hung there, naked on display, her arms beginning to ache from the strain. She closed her eyes, and breathed deeply, only to have her eyes fly open when she feels my warm, moist mouth slowly licking her, parting her pussy lips with each swipe. " John, don't," She said unconvincingly. I had taught her well to respond, however reluctantly, to the wonderful torture I'm inflicting using my mouth on her. I opened her legs wider positioning my head so I can comfortably suck at her throbbing nub. I bent my knees, placing the underside of her thighs onto my shoulders relieving the strain on her arms, with delicious malice resumes my play, every now and then nipping with my teeth causing her to jerk and whimper. She held her lips open as I tongued her, after ten minutes, she feels a shiver running up her spine as she begins to cry out her excitement. With one final swipe of my tongue, I ...