Two Weeks at the Farm - Sex Stories

Two Weeks at the Farm

... foot of the bed. I stood and came toward her and she tried to scoot to the other side of the bed. " You don't need to be afraid of me, Brenda," I said. " Then what do you want here in the middle of the night?" She asked, suddenly emboldened by her anger. " It's simple . . . I want you," I said sarcastically. " What?" She replied incredulous. " Don't cry, it won't do you any good to cry," I said stretching out next to her. She stiffened as I possessively groped her, my hand trailing down to her breasts where I squeezed and pinched them until her nipples are hard sensitive peaks. I got up and pulled her to a sitting position, bound her arms behind her back with my tie, and had her kneel on the floor. I came back into the room, a drink in my hand, my unbuttoned shirt exposing my broad, hairy chest. I unbuckled my belt, and standing in front of her and freed my cock, thrusting my hips forward and waited. She lifted her eyes, not understanding what I wanted or expected from her. I reached out and smoothed her hair from her face, applying pressure to the back of her head forcing it closer to me. I pressed her lips to my penis and she froze. " No, no, I can't. This is wrong! Please, John, don't make me do that," She begged. " Yes, you will do it," I said in a quiet, confident voice. " That's a good girl," I said. Brenda quietly whimpered when I let my hand slip between her legs, cupping her moistening, throbbing pussy sliding two large fingers inside her. I removed my trousers and ...

... kicking them aside. Brenda knelt in front of me. " Good, good, that's my good girl," I said. I stood with my hips thrust forward and waited. She inched closer to me and took the thick head of my hard, now dripping, penis into her mouth. There on her knees, she looked up at me and I acknowledged her unspoken surrender with an imperceptible nod as I pressed my hot, glistening penis between her lips. I moaned deep in my throat, as over half of my cock slides into her warm, moist mouth and waited for her to pleasure me. I stood there naked except for my unbuttoned white shirt, my huge veiny cock growing bigger with each movement of her head. She had never taken a man into her mouth before and so, pulling her hair back away from her face, I begin giving her instructions on how I wanted HER to pleasure me. I'm silent except for a groan or grunt that would occasionally escape my lips. When she sucked me hard, sticking the tip of her tongue into my slit I said, " I love the way my cock feels in your mouth, keep sucking it like that, just like that." She ran her tongue lightly over the spongy head, around the rim and felt the surface change from smooth to bumpy to rough. I told her to flick the tip of her tongue around the head, which made it stiffen slightly and involuntarily jerk inside her mouth. She can taste the saltiness of the clear, sticky fluid as it seeped out. She begins moving her mouth up and down my swollen mushroom shaped crown and tightened her lips each time she pulled ...