Dee’s levelling - Sex Stories

Dee’s levelling

... ‘Given that Dee here has enjoyed her punishment so much, I think it only right she thanks you, you know, properly.’

‘Oh, er, well, yes, I see what you mean.’

Dee blinked the tears from her eyes as the farmer stepped in front of her. Then she saw Rachel’s hand easing down the zip of Farmer Henson’s jeans and disappearing inside.

‘Oo, ahh, that feels very good, young lady.’

It had been a while since Dee had seen a cock. She swallowed hard as Rachel worked Farmer Henson’s manhood clear of his zip, scooping out his balls to complete the presentation. It was already proud and thick, and Rachel charmed it expertly until the head of Farmer Henson’s cock strained to a shine within kissing distance of Dee’s lips.

Caught in a primal lust, Dee reached greedily with her tongue, drawing the tip of the cock towards her mouth. Rachel slid quietly out of view to take her place with the switch.

SWISH!

‘Argh!’ Rachel was striking harder and faster than Farmer Henson.

‘Now! Don’t forget to count.’

‘Fifteen. Thank you, Sir!’

‘Don’t thank me. You’ll need to say “Thank you, Ma’am.”’

Dee couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

‘Quickly, now. Else that last stroke won’t count.’

‘Thank you, Ma’am.’

‘Very good. Now, you can get those lips back to thanking me.’

Dee slid her tongue around Farmer Henson’s knob, flicking around it with the tip. She was determined not to be the only one orgasming in that barn that day.

SWISH! SWISH!

‘Oo, sixteen, ...

... seventeen. Thank you, S-, Ma’am.’

Dee briefly pulled her mouth clear of the farmer’s cock and clenched her teeth hard to manage the stinging pain before returning to her duties.

Rachel teased Dee’s flaming buttocks with soft taps of the switch before pulling it back with a cutting swoop.

SWISH!

‘Ha! Ah! Ew! Eighteen. Thank you, Ma’am.’

‘Very good.’ Farmer Henson’s voice cracked a little from his pleasuring. ‘You’ve taken that punishment bravely. Well, other than your orgasm and foul outbursts. Now, let’s have you focused on your thank yous.’

Dee was swimming in waves of lust, sliding her mouth deep over Farmer Henson’s twitching prick.

‘Farmer Henson?’ Rachel sounded like a helpful prefect. ‘I don’t suppose you have any cream? It’s just Dee’s bottom is very sore. I could see to that while she sees to… er… her duties.’

‘Oh! Mmmm. Of course.’

Farmer Henson dipped into his pocket and handed the cream to Rachel, who proceeded to tease it over Dee’s cheeks with erotic delight. Once she’d covered Dee’s burning flesh amply, Rachel slid her moistened fingers lightly around Dee’s clitoris, plunging two of them deep inside her cunt after every few rotations. Dee found herself mirroring Rachel, curling her tongue around Farmer Henson’s hood, then sucking his cock deep into her mouth as Rachel thrust her fingers into Dee.

Farmer Henson began to moan deeply.

‘Oo, Farmer Henson.’ Rachel’s excitement betrayed that she was about to offer another helpful suggestion. ...