Jodie's Slaves Part One - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part One

... not seen me coming and was taking pictures of the horses all outfitted with the big saddle bags. Jodi was often taking pictures.

She had me put the food in my saddle bags and took pictures of me doing it.

“ Barb, I have to say you look great in those jeans and boots. Go over by the railing and let me get some pictures.” She had me posing and took several pictures. She was very complimentary, like a photographer saying things like, “ oh yes, very hot...Looking good Barb...Twist that sexy body a little more….Turn to get the shadows playing across those wonderful ass cheeks… “

Then she had me take some of her in similar poses, then did a batch of selfies with her selfie stick and more with setting the camera on the fence post.

We hit the trail for the nearly hour long ride to an abandoned farm. She did a great job with Topaz. We rode the last few hundred feet up the small hill and up to the old barn that was still used to store hay each summer.

“ Barbara, this place is even more perfect than in the pictures. You take the food and I will grab a blanket and we will eat and chill in the shade some and after that I have a surprise for you. “

Jodi

I made sure to keep the conversation during lunch light and fun. There was time for the serious stuff later on and I did not want Barb to get suspicious until I had sprung my little surprise on her.

We ate and laughed and cleaned up the picnic together. It was time.

“Come in here,” I coaxed, pointing to the old ...

... barn. I figured this first part would go more smoothly if she were more sure that nobody could see her accidentally, not that anyone would find us way out here.

She followed me into the barn and stood, facing me, unsure about what was wanted. I smiled at her, but made it a little sad.

“Barb,” I began, “You know we can’t continue this way. Something has to change.” She blushed deeply and looked at her boots. I did not give her the chance to speak. I stepped forward, opening my shirt and shrugging it off my shoulders. I wore no bra so my breasts jutted out proudly and as much as she tried to, she could not take her eyes off them.

“You want to touch me,” I accused. I reached out quickly and grabbed her hand, pressing the palm to my breast and holding it there when she would pull away, “Just like all of those men who came to visit Mom. You want to use me and shame me, just like they did, don’t you?”

She was shaking her head in denial, but I was barely holding her hand at this point and still it did not drop away from my breast. I took a step or two closer.

“They licked me here, and sucked,” I rubbed her hand against my breast, “They stuck their filthy, beery tongues into my mouth and choked me. You want to do those things to me. Don’t deny it, Barb! I can see it! I see you!” I shouted when she shook her head again. I reached out and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her.

“I trusted you! I thought you were so different! I am nearly the same age as your daughter! You ...