Two Weeks at the Farm - Sex Stories

Two Weeks at the Farm

... to return to Dallas from the farm, the night before she is to leave, I returned from Chicago unexpectedly. She bolted awake when she feels my hand stealthily cover her mouth. The room is pitch black with only a thin sliver of light visible between the drawn draperies, but she recognized me immediately. " John, what are you doing?" She mumbled under the light pressure of my hand. " Shhhhhh, Shhhhhh, Shhhhhh, if you're smart, you'll be quiet . . .not make a sound," I said, knowing she wouldn't scream for fear of awakening or alarming the staff. " I was given pictures of you with your ex-boyfriend in town yesterday," I said, as I took her wrists one at a time and tied them to the headboard " Why are you doing this? You don't have to tie my hands." " I told you to shut your damn mouth," I snapped. Despite the light blanket on the bed, she feels goose bumps and the chill of the sudden cold sweat that covered her body. I slipped my hand under the covers and trailed it up the insides of her legs pausing when I reached her pussy, fondling and massaging her there until her pearl is engorged and throbbing. The crotch of her panties is wet as I lower my head and nuzzle her, pushing my tongue inside her despite the thin sheer barrier. Her hips humping my mouth, and realizing what her body had done, is doing, she froze. She hears me laugh as I lift her thin night gown bunching it up above her waist and yanking her damp panties tearing them from her body. Then buried my face between her ...

... legs, sucking, licking, and biting. Laying there on the bed, my hands pushing and holding her legs apart, Brenda is gasping when she feels my demanding tongue between her pussy lips. I tease and love her with my mouth and tongue until that horrible, wondrous achiness begins to ripple through her. When she can no longer control it, she is writhing and bucking wildly as an intense orgasm erupts. The tears now came in torrents. She hears me when I stood up, and recognized the sound of me removing my clothes. Unable to move from under me, I straddled her face, my long, thick cock resting against her lips. " Get me hard, bitch . . .now," I snarled. At the thought of the staff hearing the noise, running down the hall and bursting into the room, Brenda stopped squirming and started licking the insides of my thighs and sucking my balls. She feels my hand against her face directing her to my cock and she turned to draw my hard cock into her mouth. She moaned as I rocked my hips and thrusted into her mouth enjoying the moist warmth and the tight pull and suction along the length of my cock. She let her tongue lick along the underside of my shaft from its base to the tip of its head, as I struggled to control my release, " Oh fuck, yessss," I growled. I grabbed her face and just as I'm about to make my final thrust, I yelled, " Bitch, bitch, you fucking bitch! You sucked your ex-boyfriend's cock, didn't you? Did you let him fuck you, too? You slut." In mid-sentence, I begin to jerk hard, ...