Two Weeks at the Farm - Sex Stories

Two Weeks at the Farm

... bedroom door. Brenda had no chance to scream, before I pushed her hard into the door and said between clenched teeth, " You're mine for the weekend, Brenda?" She moved away from me, but I went after her and just when she thought she would get away, I caught hold of the back of her dress and with brute strength tore it from her back. I spun her around and slammed her against the wall. Stunned and scared, she stood there motionless as I pinned her arms above her head. " John, stop," She cried, tears streaming down her face. " Shut up!" Terrified and not understanding why I was talking to her like that, but more fearful of antagonizing me further, she stood there as I lifted her dress up, and with my foot pushing against her, forcing her to spread her legs apart. I undid my trousers freeing myself, and roughly stroking my cock until covered in a thin, sticky film. When I'm fully erect, I pulled her white lace panties aside and shoved my hard, hot cock into her small, tight opening. For a moment, a look of surprise flickered across my face and I stopped. I looked down questioningly into her wide, terrified eyes and then with a smirk, deliberately tore through her tightness and mercilessly thrust into her until I spasm and spewed my cum inside her. " Oh my god, oh my god," She kept repeating while I held her there against the wall continuing to slam into her until my cock softened and I withdrew. I released her wrists, my thick cum slowly dripping out of her, becoming cool and ...

... sticky between her bruised thighs. I looked down at her and said with contempt, " The next time, Brenda, I'll teach you to suck my cock and I'll do it in your mouth." With my trousers undone and my penis still fully exposed, I walked over and sat down in one of the big overstuffed chairs. Pouring a brandy, I sat there stroking myself and watching her. Slowly I got up and towering over her, said, " Stop your damn crying." Her fear is obvious and she cringed away from me. I forced her to look at me, when I lifted her chin and spat out the words, " So you have not been fucked in a long time." Confused, it took a few seconds for her to comprehend what I'm saying. " John, I didn't, I've never," but her protests trailed off when I squeezed her face and said, " I want you to listen carefully to what I'm telling you, Brenda. Don't you defy me or hesitate when I tell you to do something. You're here for the weekend, and I expect you to do as told. Do you understand?" No, she didn't understand, but all she dared to do is nod her head " yes." I bent down and kissed her hard and painfully before turning and leaving her in the room. Brenda got up and stumbled to the bed becoming more aware of the soreness between her legs, and their shakiness when she walked. Her tears starting again when she looked down at her dress and saw it is not only torn but also stained with flecks of her blood and my semen. I had already left by the time she arose the later. As she finished her wine, she thought ...