Two Weeks at the Farm - Sex Stories

Two Weeks at the Farm

... dislike of me grows. She sank into the chair at her dressing table, embarrassed by all her thoughts, but continued with them. The first time I made her feel the warm wave of pleasure flow through her, it was unexpected, frightening and wonderful. She didn't understand what was happening to her, but she knew she wanted it to happen again, but even more, she wanted me to treat her as if she mattered to me. I'm in my room working and, as the hour grew late, I came into her bedroom as she prepared for bed. Seated at her large mirrored dressing table, I stood behind her and slipped the thin, yellow ribbons that secured her nightgown off her shoulders allowing the top of the gown to fall and gather in soft folds about her waist. Her high, full breasts are exposed, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. Reaching around her, I tease her nipples until they are hard and pointed, almost brown in color. " Open your legs and touch yourself, Brenda, I want to watch you pleasure yourself in the mirror." She looks up at me with pleading eyes silently asking me not to make her do this. " Do it now, Brenda." Resigned, she pulls up the hem of her nightgown, spreading her legs wider and begins lightly touching, caressing herself with her right hand. I clasped her left hand, brought it to my lips and kissed it as I stared intently at our reflections. Brenda feels my growing hardness pressing against her back as I watch her pussy lips become swollen and wet with excitement. She lets the ...

... pressure against her pearl increase, and as if from outside of herself, she hears her moans and whimpering. Her head lolled backward against my chest and she squeezed my hand and cries out when a hot orgasm flows through her. Brenda sat there exhausted, her face and body covered in a light sheen of sweat. I kissed her neck and shoulders voicing my approval, " That was very nice, Brenda, I enjoyed that little exhibition." Still holding her left hand, I guided her to the floor and positioned her on her knees and coming behind her on my knees, I mounted her, leaning my body on top her back and reached around grabbing her breasts. I pushed inside her wet, sensitive pussy thrusting hard and deep into her. Brenda is moaning and pushing back against me wanting me deeper inside her. She is on the verge of another orgasm when I stiffened, and erupted, mouthing " fuck, fuck, fuck," until I'm spent and she is sated, in the afterglow of her orgasm. The feeling of dislike and anger toward me and herself for enjoying what I had made her do the night before lingered. She spent the afternoon wandering about the large house unable to stop thinking about the previous night. Even now, she feels used and humiliated at how I had finished with her, abruptly throwing on my robe and leaving the room, leaving her alone. She made up her mind to leave and go back to Dallas. Her intent is to get home, though she had no money or transportation, Brenda made up her mind to walk if she had to. She hurried ...