Two Weeks at the Farm - Sex Stories

Two Weeks at the Farm

... she clung to me tighter, weeping against my neck, her hips still swaying and humping, wanting to wring the last bit of pleasure from me; just like the little whore I said she was. As her breathing slowed, I begin thrusting into her again. With each deep thrust, she feels the hard full length and thickness of my cock, just as I'm about to erupt I pull out and thin threads of white cum shot into the air, droplets falling and landing like pearls on her breasts. To me, Brenda is a warm body; attractive, well mannered, well educated but above all young never married, obedient and sexually available to me. I wanted sex constantly and said it is my responsibility to teach her to please me. I assured her that she would want me to do these things to her and enjoy them and that her primary " duty," is to accommodate my desires and needs, if she is going to date me and be my lover. Brenda has never dated a older man, she has only dated men her age. She has never been with a man who is emotionally distant, determined to exercise control, is sexual demanding 24/7, and is wealthy enough to have any or as many women as I want. My relationship with me is so foreign to what she expected. In the beginning, she wanted to love me, to be a good lover to me, but I made it very difficult, rebuffing her attempts at emotional closeness and intimacy on the one hand, but wanting her sexually, whether with her consent or without it. I have sexual relations with a number of women, willing women. Brenda ...

... is hurt and emotionally overwhelmed when she finally understood and accepted; I didn't love her. Her heart screamed, " This was wrong to spend a week with me, leave me, go home." But she can't." Brenda wanted to believe that if she would let me have my way that everything would work out. Brenda enjoyed having her every need catered to by my house staff, having chauffered limo available 24/7, having private jets available 24/7, having multiple homes, condos, penthouses, farms, ranches, and a private island. She has never experienced such massive wealth in her life. Brenda turned and walked to the balcony window, silently watching the dogs running in the yard. She is lost in her thoughts, ' I frighten her.' She knows it angers me when she doesn't give herself to me and so she tries to do as I wish. Brenda tries very hard not to fight me anymore when I come into her bedroom at night, she lets me do what I want. Brenda says nothing when during the night and early in the morning I wake up rock hard and need relief. She tries to go to me willingly when I sit in my chair and pull her between my legs. It's humiliating to know that the things I do with her, wants to do with her, are things I've done with other women. Brenda doesn't know what's happening to her or how she is supposed to feel. I'm an abrasive man, but she has come to like my touch, to want my hands on her. It's just that each time I use her like that, each time I make her have that special feeling between her legs, her ...