Two Weeks at the Farm - Sex Stories

Two Weeks at the Farm

... lowered her legs to the floor, the aching pain in her arms returned almost immediately. " Please let me down, please . . . " " Shhhhhh . . . now, I want you to be quiet and keep your legs open for me. " " John, no!" She cried pressing her legs tightly together. I stood and slipped my belt from the loops of my trousers. At the sight her protests quieted and her resistance stopped. " Do as I say, Brenda," I said. She looked at me with a mixture of lust and fear in her eyes and let her legs relax and open. I stood in front of her, placing my hands on either side of her waist lifting her hips slightly so they lined up with mine and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Brenda cringed when she feels my cock pressing against her opening, moaning in surrender as I forcefully pushed myself inside her. I forced her take all of me, despite her protests, I slammed in and pulled out, building up my rhythm. " Oh, please, please," She kept repeating softly to herself. Her pleas and whimpering excited me more, as she feels her body submitting to the subtle but undeniable wave of another exquisite orgasm making her eyes roll upward and her body shake hard against me as I violently exploded inside her. I found an old blanket and spread it onto the floor. I loosened the rope around the wooden beam, and untied her wrists. Pulling her over to the blanket, I told her to lie down. An involuntary moan escaping her lips when my hand slipped lower and I begin to finger her. She feels her body relax, ...

... soften and turn toward me. Brenda remembers lying there, mesmerized by my insistent fingering, and suddenly gasping for air as an orgasm sent warm waves of sexual bliss through her. She repeated my name over and over, " John...John....John...yes," Then I mounted her, sliding my cock inside and in slow, deliberate strokes encouraging her body to sheath and unsheath my cock. I erupted inside her, buried against her cervix. Twice more during the night I mounted and erupted deep inside her and, as the sun begin to rise that morning, I mounted her again, this time rough, hard, deep and desperate, erupting again. Early in our dating, she learned the futility of resisting or defying me. For her, there is always a sense of apprehension and uneasiness particularly when at night I reach for her three or four times. Toward her I remain a forceful, demanding man who expects her compliance and obedience in all things. Along with that understanding, however she discovered, when I allow my guard to drop, could be a patient, thoughtful, and considerate man. A side of me, she seldom seen. I have household staff at all my residences to run and the household. My responsibility is managing my International businesses and my law firms, I have children from my previous marriages but the older children show no interest in learning to run my empire. My business responsibilities and law practice require me to travel frequently and, it often seems I'm gone more than I'm home in Dallas. Brenda is ready ...