Two Weeks at the Farm - Sex Stories

Two Weeks at the Farm

... changed my mind, turned abruptly, closing the door behind me. Allowing time for me to go down the stairs and out of the house, Brenda flew to the window and watched as I climbed into my truck and drove away from the house. Brenda sat there gazing out the window, thinking of me and recalling the rumors she had heard concerning my sixth wife. Talking in polite whispers, the women in town gossiped that after five years of marriage, I had caught my wife with another man. In a fit of rage, had severely beaten her lover and sent her packing and divorced her. The men however saw it differently; my sixth wife deserved what she had gotten. To their envious male eyes, I'm generally well liked, and had remained alone because I'm ruthless business man, who uses women, enjoys sex and has massive amount of money to afford either or both whenever I want. More power to me, if I ever decide to remarry and pick an attractive young woman who can satisfy my sexual prowess. Brenda is taking a nap in the afternoon when she feels herself being pulled from a warm, safe sleep, coming to half awareness when I pull back the covers and she feels the coolness of the air against her skin. I undressed and bent over her smelling of alcohol and cigars. It became hard to breath, as I covered her with the weight of my naked body. I roughly fondled her breasts before letting my hand drop down and roughly finger her. The friction, the pressure as I rubbed over her swollen, exposed pussy is continuous. Brenda ...

... stiffened initially then relaxed as I continue to pleasure her, slowly coaxing her legs open wider. Feeling herself succumbing to me, she searched my face questioningly, as her arms reached up, encircling my neck and tongued my mouth. " You're a greedy little slut, aren't you Brenda?" I said laughing aloud. I rolled my hard, warm, body off her and stood up. With seemingly little effort, I lifted her off the bed. " Wrap your legs around my waist," I instructed. Carrying her, I walked across the room and sat down in an armless chair. She leaned forward as I lifted then lowered her small ass so she slides onto my enormous hard penis. " Now, ride me, bitch," I said, my voice heavy with lust. " John, I don't want to do this . . . please," She whimpered against my neck. " You remember what happens when I have to repeat myself, don't you, Brenda?" I said with an implied threat in my tone. With my words ringing in her ears, she begins to slide hesitantly up and down my thick cock. Obviously aroused by her reluctance, I reclined further against the back of the chair and with each upward lift and downward thrust, she feels herself being stretched and the growing friction of the rubbing and pulling inside her. As the heat ignited and started to build, I thrusted faster and harder, all the while growing bigger inside her. Brenda instinctively begins grinding against me until she shamefully experiences a hard, wrenching wave of pleasure washing over her. Surprised by the intense sensations ...