Morning
Delight
She never felt so rested,
the sun shining brightly through the French doors. She slipped into the shower, the warm water
washing off her naked body feeling good.
She closed her eyes, her hand slipping down between her legs, gently
rubbing up and down her slit as her imagination ran rampant. She heard a noise, turning towards the door
of the shower room, expecting it to open and see Michael with a rope in his
hand. She waited, nothing happened. Did
Michael somehow know she was masturbating?
She finished washing, her soapy hands still slowly running over her
breasts, teasing her nipples erect. She
stopped abruptly, getting out of the shower, drying her body off quickly. She put on her makeup while still naked, a
thing she never did before, almost expecting Michael or maybe just hoping for
him to walk into the bathroom and catch her naked. She was disappointed when the bedroom was
empty, but on the bed her clothes for the day were neatly laid out. Was it
Michael that brought them? Did he see
her masturbating in the shower? She
hurried to get dressed, the desire to see Michael overcoming her. There was no bra, Keri picked up the pale
blue peasant blouse, slipping it on, the off the shoulder top held up by her
firm breasts and little else. She pulled
on the dark blue panties, pulling the snug fabric on,
Michael would enjoy them, one size too small for Keri’s taste. She slipped on the dark blue skirt, again
Michael making sure that an abundance of naked leg was revealed. She put the low sandals on her feet, catching
a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.
The peasant blouse ended high up her belly, leaving a wide expanse of
naked flesh between the top and the low ride miniskirt. The skirt clung to her hips and than flared
out into ruffles. What did Michael have planned for her today? She looked, Michael standing in the
doorway, surprising her by his quietness.
She smiled. “Have you been
watching long?”
“Long enough. You look ravishing. Good enough to eat.” Michael’s eyes devoured her body, the clothes
doing more to entice than cover, the way a girl should be dressed. “Breakfast is just about ready.” He waited for her, watching the gentle sway
of her hips as she walked towards him, looking up to see the lovely bounce of
her naked breasts beneath the blouse, her generous cleavage and shoulders
revealing much and hinting at more.
God, she could almost cum at
the way he was looking at her, Keri feeling self conscious as her breasts
bounced free beneath the blouse, feeling her nipples begin to harden as they
rubbed so salaciously over the fabric.
And the panties, tightly digging into her mound, sure that her clit was
hard and erect from the constant rubbing of the fabric against her. “Famished,” she replied, licking her lips
sensuously. But it was not food that her
body sought.
He could imagine that sweet
tongue lashing at his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft as he fed
her his erect cock. He had plans for her
today. She would learn more of her body and what turned her on. And what turned him on.
She felt comfortable as
Michael’s hand slid around her naked waist, goose bumps popping up on her skin
as he pulled her close to him as they walked into the dining room. The table was already set in a lush style, Camilla
ready with orange juice and coffee, the smell of bacon cooking in the kitchen
making Keri’s mouth water. Keri sat
down, Michael’s eyes gazing lustily at her naked legs as she struggled to keep
the mini skirt from exposing all of her charms to him. She shivered when he put the cloth napkin on
her lap, not failing to let his hand run over her naked leg before he moved
away, Keri breathless. God, how could breakfast be so arousing?
Michael was enthralled with
her beauty, the simple peasant blouse making her luscious tits more inviting, his hands eager to set them free from their cloth enclosure. He watched her intently as she ate, erotic
thoughts entering his head each time her lips allowed the fork into her mouth.
Keri saw the way Michael was
looking at her. “I hate to think what is
in your head,” she commented to Michael.
She licked her lips almost absently.
Or maybe she really would like to know, the arousal between her legs
increasing, Michael’s order not to masturbate making it all the more difficult.
“You are such a lovely
sexual creature,” he quipped. “You just
don’t realize it. It just needs to be
unleashed in you.” His eyes took in the
gentle swell of her breasts, able to make out her hard nipples beneath the top.
“Is that what you are going
to do? Unleash me.” She paused for a moment. “Or are you going to leash me? Like you did last night with the rope.” The memory of the tight rope on her wrists
came back to her suddenly, the helplessness she felt as he took advantage of
her body while she was bound. Stripping
her naked, his fingers deep inside her, unable to stop until her body began to
orgasm under his skillful touch.
Camilla came and took the
empty plates, Michael seeing that Keri finished all of her breakfast. She was ravenous in more than one way. He got up, her eyes staring directly at him
as he walked behind her chair. He felt
her body tremble as his hands touched her naked shoulders. “Arch your back Keri.”
She knew what he
wanted. She arched her back, her firm
breasts pushed out almost obscenely, his hands pressing on her shoulders until
he was satisfied with her position. She
looked at her breasts, the arch forcing them up high, the blouse sliding down
lower, leaving a wide expanse of her bodice uncovered. She waited, her body on edge, waiting for his
touch. “MMMMMMM,” she moaned as his hands
slid down the front of her bosom, his fingers tracing down her cleavage. God, she could feel her nipples swelling,
threatening to burst unless he touched them.
She didn’t even care if Camilla walked in. Anything just let him touch her.
He teased along the naked
flesh of her bosom, her eyes closed, moaning with desire. It wasn’t time yet. “Let me show you my ranch.” He pulled out her chair, her eyes opened wide
in surprise, the look of disappointment in them. “Do not worry Keri. I will not leave you in such a state for long.”
She got up, wishing he would
take her to the bedroom again, wishing for the rope around her body. They walked outside, Keri taking in the
beauty of the ranch. They were in the foothills,
the sun coming up over the peaks, flooding the ranch in its brightness. The ranch was huge,
the white fences seemed to go on endlessly into the distance.
“I raise some horses
here. Mostly for riding, but some have
gone on to be successful race horses. We
breed the horses, many of the foals fetching high prices.” Michael led her past the large barn. “There are over thirty stalls in the barn,
though many of the animals prefer the open fields. Derek is in charge of the ranch and the
house. He has been with me for over
twenty years, I trust him as I would a brother.”
“What do you do for a
living?” While the ranch was huge, it
didn’t look like it could provide for the obvious opulent lifestyle Michael
had. His hand was still possessively around
her waist, though it had slipped lower down over the flare of her hip. Every movement of his hand on her set her
body on fire.
“I own a number of
corporations, all in the
“And you. Do you have a wife?” She looked up at him. “Or a girlfriend?”
“I have never been
married. While I have had girlfriends, I
do not have any at the present time.
Though I do tend to lavish my attentions on one girl at a time.” He drew her closer to him.
It never dawned on her to
look at his finger to see if he wore a ring.
She enjoyed the way his hand pulled her closer to him. “You know that I am married.” It was more of a statement of fact than a
question.
“Though not happily if I
remember from our first conversation. Or
permanently from the way you ran away.”
They walked around the hacienda for the next two hours, the conversation
kept light, but Michael’s hands and eyes never left her body. His cock was hard in his pants, finally
walking around to come on the French doors leading to her bedroom.
She wasn’t surprised to see
her bedroom again. Nor was she
disappointed. She looked at him, seeing
the lust in his eyes again, the coil of rope on the neatly made bed not at all out
of place. It was funny how here
perspective was changing.
“Take off your shoes,” his
voice reflecting his lust. He picked up
the rope, taking a length of the rough rope, waiting as she bent over to take
off the sandals, Keri doing nothing to keep the mini skirt from slipping up
over her ass, revealing the crisp blue panties pulled tightly over her
cheeks. “Kneel on the bed,” his eyes
feasting on her body as she scooted onto the white comforter, a wide expanse of
naked leg revealed.
She got into the center of
the bed. She looked up at her reflection
in the mirror, the doors and windows open for anyone that walked by to see
her. She felt Michael get on the bed, moving
closer to her. She saw the rope in his
hand, waiting for his next command.
“Take off your blouse.”
The command surprised
her. She expected him to do it when she
was bound, not for her to have to submit to him. To strip her body to her waist in front of
him, her breasts bare beneath the top.
She looked into his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t be denied the pleasure of
humiliating her. Her hands slid down to
the bottom of the blouse, pulling it up over her head, feeling the material
brush so sexily over her nipples as it slipped from her body. She threw it over to the corner of the bed,
her hands pressed hard over her bare breasts, hiding them from Michael’s
view. Her eyes were shut tight,
attempting to hide her shame.
“Your hands at your
side. You have lovely tits. It is a shame to cover them.” He waited, seeing her hands slowly move away,
her hands clenched in fists as she lowered them. “Open your eyes.” His cock jerked when he saw her firm breasts,
the twin peaks capped with the pinkest nipples, already hard, dark areolas
highlighting them against her alabaster flesh.
She looked at him, her face already red in shame. Her breasts stood out so proudly, the firm
flesh standing out with no sag. “Very
lovely tits Keri.”
She watched in shame as he
stared at her chest, her bosom red, Keri humiliated to be sitting on the bed half
naked. Michael’s hands gathered up a
length of rope, the excitement tingling between her legs when she saw the rope.
“Put your hands in front of
you.”
She complied instantly,
feeling Michael’s hand grip her wrists, pulling them together, his other hand
already looping the thick rope around her thin wrists. Three times he circled each of them, knotting
them tightly in the middle. He flipped
the rope over the wooden beam that was above the bed, three beams running the
width of the bed, one in the center and the others at each end. She never saw them before, her eyes always
drawn instantly to the mirrors in the canopy.
Her arms rose up as Michael tugged the other end of the rope, Keri
looking up with a certain amount of fear.
Her arms were pulled up high before Michael stopped, tying off the rope
at her wrists. She tugged on the rope,
the thick rope giving no slack. She
looked down, her arms up high, her naked breasts vulnerable to Michael. She felt so vulnerable, tied kneeling on the
bed, half-naked.
“Very lovely Keri. But there is more.” He picked up another piece of rope, this one
longer. Her eyes followed his every
movement as he moved behind her, Keri looking into the mirror to see him. He took the rope, looping it around her upper
chest, pinning it tightly to her skin.
Four times he circled her upper torso, the dark rope digging harshly
into her white skin. He tied a knot
before he moved the rope down, this time looping the rope around her, snuggling
it up tightly to the underside of her lovely tits. Four times he let the rope bite into her
sensitive flesh, enjoying the look of fear in Keri’s eyes.
What was he doing? The rope cut above and below her breasts,
Keri trembling each time he came near her nipples, the hard buds throbbing with
desire. She was confused when Michael
tied the rope behind her, this time pulling the free end of the rope over her
shoulder, criss-crossing her cleavage, the end of the
rope slipping underneath the bottom ropes.
Michael moved in front of her, his hands busy with the rope as Keri
watched him almost hypnotically. The
rope slid between her cleavage, cutting her twin
breasts in half, Michael looping the rope through the upper ropes. She now understood. Her beautiful breasts were going to be bound!
“You’ll feel a little
pressure now.” Michael smiled as he
tugged the rope tighter, drawing the twin ropes that circled above and below
her breasts together. The ropes
compressed, her ripe breasts caught between the rough ropes, squeezing the firm
flesh, her white skin turning red.
It felt like her nipples
would burst, her breasts trapped as if they were in a vice, the blood rushing
to the only place left to go, her swollen nipples. She looked down, seeing the hard tips swell
as the blood rushed to them.
But Michael wasn’t finished yet, two more small pieces of rope, each at her
side, drawing the sides of the ropes together, her breasts compressed into
smaller and smaller space, the harsh rope unyielding. Her lovely breasts were now bound out of
shape, trapped between the harsh ropes.
Keri didn’t understand the feeling.
Her breasts felt like they were trapped in a vice, her once beautiful
breasts crushed between the ropes. At
the same time, her nipples had swelled to twice their size, Keri looking at her
nipples as they throbbed, the blood pulsating through the tips. It scared her because it also felt good, Keri
arching her back, sure that if Michael touched them they would explode.
Michael moved behind her
again, feeling her jerk away as his hands circled her naked waist. He held her tighter, pulling her against
him. “How do you like it Keri?” He watched in the mirror as his hands moved
up to cup the twin peaks, his fingers poised over her swollen nipples. His fingers lightly touched her nipples, Keri
gasping.
“AAAHHHH,” she hissed, her
swollen nipples bursting as he touched them, so sensitive that even Michael’s
light touch sent tremors through her body.
His fingers traced over her nipples, rubbing his palms back and forth
over her tips. God, they felt as they were growing bigger. His fingers traced around her nipples,
the tips so sensitive that it felt like sandpaper rubbing them, Keri arching
her back. Michael’s fingers suddenly
gripped her nipples between two fingers.
“OOOHHHH, GGGGGODDDD,” she moaned, her hands clenched in fist, held
tightly above her head as Michael pinched her nipples, squeezing the twin tips.
He could almost feel her
pulse in her nipples, his fingers gripping the tips and pinching them her low
groans exciting him. His fingers traced
circles around her nipples, her lower body beginning to move in a hypnotic
rhythm. He lowered his head, his mouth
engulfing one swollen tit, his lips capturing her nip.
“NNNNOOO!” She felt his stubble rubbing harshly against
her sensitive skin, sliding along her cleavage until she felt his moist lips
capture her nipple, his mouth sucking it in, his tongue lashing out at the
trapped tip. She clenched her fists as
he suckled her breasts like a baby, but the powerful suction of his mouth drew
the nipple far from her breast. His
other hand gripped her bound breast, squeezing harder, Keri sure the blood
would burst out her nipple if he didn’t release it. She had never had her nipples worked over so
expertly, Michael’s hands and mouth playing with her bound breasts, leaving
Keri panting with desire. His mouth
moved from one nipple to the other, the cool air dancing over the wet nipple
when he abandoned it for the other. Her
breathing was ragged as her bound body responded to her helplessness.
Michael’s hand crept down
over her hip, finding the side of her skirt, making quick work of the zipper
and button. He slid her skirt down over
her legs, pulling it off quickly, leaving her clad in only the tight panties
that covered her ass like a second skin.
Keri almost welcomed his
stripping off her skirt, her pussy wanting so badly to be touched, if it
weren’t for it being so light in the room, anyone from outside could see her
lush form. Michael’s eyes devoured her half
naked body as he stripped her for his intimate examination. She looked down as Michael’s hands slid down
her flanks to tease along her abdomen, Keri holding her breath as he moved
close to her sex. His fingers teased
along the edge of the panties, flaring out to push between her tightly clenched
thighs.
“Spread your legs for me
Keri.” His hands enjoyed the smooth,
silky skin of her inner thighs as he pressed out on them, Keri submitting her
knees shuffling along the comforter as she opened up her body for his intimate
examination. Her knees were spread two
feet wide, the panties pulled tightly over her mound. Michael pushed against her ass cheeks, his
cock throbbing as he felt her firm flesh, his hands sliding up to the vee of
her crotch, fingers on each side of her mound.
He pushed with his fingers, her ass responding by pushing hard against
his cock.
“MMMM,” she moaned in
pleasure, unable to contain the lust that Michael extracted from her body. His cock felt so good
nestled along her ass, his fingers teasing her lips, her juices soaking her
panties. She felt like such a whore and
looked like one, her image in the mirror frightening her, her half naked bound
body spread on her knees, the unmistakable lust etched in her face. “GGGGODDDD,” she cried out as his hands
rubbed over her mound, his fingers pressuring the panties into her slit. Her body trembled, Keri fighting not to cum,
wanting to enjoy the pleasure that she knew Michael would bring to her body.
Michael’s fingers danced
over her sex, pushing the tightly fitting panties into her gash, her lips
closing around the material, trapping it in her wet insides. He enjoyed the way her ass pushed against his
cock, the hard member jerking as his shaft slipped between her cheeks.
Would she be so willing if she were naked, his cock snuggling against
her anus, ready to enter the hot depths of her asshole? He enjoyed the tight asshole of a girl, their gasps as his thick cock stretched them painfully
open only inciting his lust for deeper penetration.
He could feel her wetness
through her panties, Keri panting as he rubbed her pussy. One hand moved up to the top of her
panties. “Put your legs back together so
I can take off your panties.” She
complied almost instantly, Keri just as eager for him to touch her naked
sex. His hands slid the tight fitting
panties over her hips and down her legs, pushing them beneath her knees,
leaving her enough room so she would be able to spread her legs again. He smiled, Keri not even needing his command,
her knees shuffling along the bed again.
She looked into the mirror,
her naked body on display in the bright light.
She didn’t even care any longer, her lust ignited by Michael’s touch,
the need to cum overpowering the humiliation of being bound and naked. She arched her back so that her bound breasts
were pushed out obscenely. Michael
snuggled against her ass again, this time his cock rubbing along her naked
cheeks, the harsh fabric of his pants igniting a strange tingling in her
backside, rubbing over her exposed anus.
She could never take anything as big as Michael up her backside without
splitting her up the middle. She only
hoped that Michael wouldn’t even try.
Her body jerked when Michael gripped her bush, yanking on the hair until
she felt some of them ripping from her body, tears in her eyes from the sharp
pain.
“I will have your pussy
shorn of all of its hairs,” his fingers twisting in her bush, hearing her gasp
as tiny follicles of hair were ripped from her body. He pushed her pussy lips together tightly,
her ass shoving against him. “Yes, such
a nice ass Keri.” He humped against her
ass, her body jerking back and forth. He
gripped her two pussy lips, his strong fingers biting into the puffy flesh,
slippery with her juices as he unfurled her flower. “Look into the mirror,” Michael watching as
her pink insides opened up, the juices glistening in the bright light. He yanked hard, peeling her open like a
flower, seeing the look in Keri’s eyes as he opened her sex to the harsh light
of day. His fingers fanned out, her pussy
pushed open in four corners, even her clit was exposed.
It looked obscene to be
manhandled as Michael was doing to her.
Her pussy never looked so open, her face red as Michael grinned as he
looked into her body. God, even her clit
was exposed, Keri never seeing it so large and red. She felt her lips tugged wider, Keri biting
her lip as Michael continued to hold her open, his eyes raping her sex. She felt relieved when he released her lips,
his hand still covering her sex. He
began to lightly tap her pussy, two fingers slapping noisily on her wet
lips. His fingers started to slap
harder, Keri’s ass shoved against Michael’s cock, feeling it jerk in pleasure
each time his fingers slapped her wet pussy.
It was beginning to hurt, his fingers tapping back and forth on her
lips, finding their way between her lips to find her soft, sensitive inner
tissues. Her body began to jerk, rising
up higher as she struggled, wanting so much to close her legs but knowing that
Michael wouldn’t be pleased. She could
see her hips moving back and forth, almost as if she was fucking back on
Michael’s cock.
Michael loved the way her
body bounced in the tight bondage, Keri’s pussy soaking his fingers in spite of
her protests. His finger slid down,
poised at the entrance of her pussy, feeling her body tighten as she realized
what he was about to do. Two fat fingers
rubbed around her tight hole, pushing hard to gain entrance. Her husband little used her tight hole. He impaled her, Keri’s body rising up as his
fingers entered her, spearing her as they twisted and turned inside her. He enjoyed the way her muscles fought every
inch of finger inside her, clenching on his knuckles, his powerful fingers
winning the battle to plunge into her hot, tight hole.
He had stopped slapping her
pussy, Keri glad but she felt his fingers pushing to gain entrance inside
her. Her knees spread wider, opening her
legs to his probing fingers. “OOOOHHH,”
finding her pussy suddenly filled with Michael’s fat fingers, sliding back and
forth, opening her up to their deep penetration. God, wishing it was his cock, screwing back
on the thick member that rubbed on her ass.
She began to hump up and down on his finger, no longer caring how she looked, only concerned with cumming. She looked into the mirror, Michael’s wet
fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, looking so surreal as they twisted and
turned to push back into her. His other
hand cradled one of her swollen breasts, his fingers rubbing over the hard and
swollen nipple, her back arching to push it deeper into his hand. “NNNNOO MOOORREE!” She cried out, a third finger shoved inside
her, feeling as if his whole hand was inside her, bowing out her thighs, anything
to relieve the immense pressure between her legs.
Her insides clung so
possessively on his fingers, her slick insides unable
to stop him as he began to finger fuck her pussy. Her body was drawn up so tall, her tits
turning a dark red, the ropes digging into the crushed flesh, her nipples
swollen to twice their size. His fingers
extracted groans from her lips as they teased over the ultra-sensitive
nipples. “Can you cum for me Keri?”
She didn’t need any more
encouragement, her pussy clinging to his fingers, her nipples sending shock
waves between her legs. “My clit. Touch my clit,” she begged. “AAAAGGG,” Keri expecting a light touch on
her clit, was rewarded with two fingers slapping the swollen bud as if it were
a punching bag, Michael’s fingernail feeling so hard
as it hit her clit so noisily. She
shoved her ass back on Michael’s cock, glad that he was still dressed, sure
that her anus would have been impaled on his cock otherwise. “AAAHHH,” she cried out, cumming, her juices
bathing his fingers as they slid in and out of her pussy with abandonment. She saw her face, clenched in ecstasy as the
tremors raced from between her legs to her brain, shattering her peaceful
existence as her bound body came under Michael’s fingers. His fingers twisted and turned inside her
body, sweat dripping down her side as the orgasm raced over her body. Her breasts throbbed, her nipples feeling as
they would burst, her hips pumping her pussy up and down the fingers that split
her thighs.
Michael could barely control
her, even in the tight bondage her body jerked back and forth, her orgasm
racing through her body. Her pussy
gripped his fingers as he fucked her hard, making her take them in powerful
thrusts that speared her pussy deep inside her.
She finally slumped over, the rope holding her up, the spasms in her
pussy still rippling along his fingers.
“You’re learning Keri.” He pulled
his fingers from inside her, taking the three wet fingers and running them
around her lips. “Taste yourself
Keri.” Her tongue snaked out of her
lips, his fingers pushing in to rub her cum on her waiting tongue.
She didn’t care, her body
exhausted, his fingers pushed into her mouth, her tongue lapping at his wet
fingers, Keri tasting her own juices.
And they tasted good. Michael
took the ropes off her breasts, Keri feeling the pressure released, looking
down to see if her breasts were hurt.
Except for the deep indents in her skin from the rope, they were okay,
the nipples returning to normal as the orgasm washed from her body.
Michael pushed out on her
thighs. “Spread your legs a bit
wider. Until they ache.” He pushed, feeling the tension in her thigh
muscles as he spread her legs wider.
“Good girl,” her pussy lips pulled back, her inner lips thick with her
cum. “I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t close your legs. No matter what.”
She looked at him,
surprised. An hour, her thighs already aching, how would she stay in this position
for an hour? She couldn’t, or
wouldn’t say anything, Michael leaving her alone, Keri looking at the clock on
the wall ticking slowly.
She looked in the mirror,
her imagination beginning to run away with her, the time moving so slowly. She imagined that Michael was back already,
his hard cock jutting out of his pants, Keri licking her lips in anticipation. If only he would put it in her. Then she caught the movement out of the
corner of her eye, seeing the figure in the bushes right outside the French
door. NO! He looked like a gardener, a boy about
eighteen, staring at her, his mouth open in awe at seeing a naked girl bound on
the bed. She began to close her legs to
hide her sex from him, but then she remembered Michael’s warning, her muscles
struggling to keep the obscene position.
He saw her, his hands drawing a long, skinny cock out of his pants, his
hand rubbing up and down the long shaft as his eyes stared directly at her open
pussy. She turned red in shame, the boy
never seeing her face, his eyes interested in her pink pussy so exposed to him,
his hand masturbating. She couldn’t do
anything, her naked body on display to him, the boy intent on masturbating, his hand pumping up and down his cock, Keri
sure that he was imagining doing perverted things to her body. But even humiliated, she still felt the
arousal of the boy’s actions, his voyeurism exciting her, Keri reduced to a
masturbatory fantasy. She had to stop
from grinning when the boy came, Keri surprised that he could shoot his cum
that far, almost able to hear it splat against the bushes. He pushed his shrunken cock back into his
pants, grinning at her as he left.
The clock struck the hour,
Michael entering just on time. He didn’t
say anything, moving quickly to arrange Keri’s body to his satisfaction. His hand pushed down high on her back, making
her arch her ass up higher. “Very good,”
patting her head. His hands molded over
her ass cheeks, feeling her shiver when his finger traced up and down her sweat
drenched crack, rubbing salaciously over her anus. “Hold still,” his voice adamant as his finger
rested on her throbbing anus. He could
almost feel her pulse on the tight hole.
Her anus felt so spread
open, her ass arched up so high as if Keri was offering up her anus for his
cock. His finger felt disconcerting,
resting on her anus, her muscles clenching uncontrollably from the unnatural
touch. The finger began to push, Keri
struggling to keep the finger out of her, never thinking of her anus as an
erotic part of her body. His other hand
slid between her legs, two fingers sliding up and down her slit, Keri finding
her body dancing on his fingers again. How could he arouse her so easily? And often? Not even the finger poised on her anus could
dissuade the feeling his fingers were eliciting from her body, her hips
beginning to rock back and forth, his fingers finding her clit, teasing it back
into hardness. For ten minutes Michael
masturbated her again, her groans of pleasure the only sound in the room,
Michael taking such liberties with her body, his fingers intimately explored
her spread open body at will. She
grunted when his finger pushed into her anus, feeling her anal ring stretch across
his fat finger, the finger feeling huge as it pressed on her rectal
muscles. “NNNO, Please No!” It burned, the finger sitting just inside her
hole, teasing along the tight passage, a strange masochistic thrill racing
through her body.
Her
asshole felt like a hot furnace, swallowing his finger in the hot, tight hole,
her muscles rippling up and down his fingertip as he pressed harshly against
her rectal muscles. His other hand
rubbed her clit back and forth, Keri’s body jerking up and down, rhythmically
masturbating her panting body. It took
fifteen minutes before he was able to extract the orgasm from her body.
He
did it again, her body unable to resist his expert touch, in spite of the pain
of his finger trapped in her backside.
It burned as he finally pulled it out, feeling her anus snap closed.
Michael
untied her, Keri’s naked body slumped on the bed. “I have some work to do. I will see you at lunch,” leaving her
abruptly.
Keri
couldn’t even get up for a half an hour, the orgasms sapping her body’s
energy.
* * * * *
It was as though nothing had
ever happened in her bedroom this morning, Michael making small talk, telling
Keri of his job and what was going on.
She looked at him, his eyes seemed to burn through her soul, her pussy
wet as she thought of the way his hands ignited the lust in her.
“I have some work to do in
my office this afternoon, but I will devote my night to you,” Michael said
smiling at her as he finished his lunch.
“I think I’ll go for a walk
around the hacienda,” the thought of Michael devoting tonight to her making her
excited. “I hope I am pleasing you,” she
said, wishing she could take it back as soon as the words spilled so casually
out of her mouth.
Michael looked at her,
smiling. “Well, I think I have been the
one that has been doing the pleasing,” he joked. “But don’t fret,
tonight I will give you the chance to make it up to me.”
She thought she would cum
from his words, wishing she could put her hands under her short skirt and rub
her pussy until she came. “I’ll do my
best.” What would he require her to do?
Would he tie her up? Her mind
raced with thoughts, all of them exciting her greater than she had ever
been. It would be hard this afternoon,
her mind filled with expectations. She
couldn’t wait for dinner.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I
have work to do.”
Michael got up from his chair, moving next to Keri. He lifted her head up, his hand under her
chin. He kissed her, her mouth opening,
her tongue already peeking out before his lips ever touched hers. There lips met, Michael enjoying her silky
lips, his tongue darting into her mouth, her tongue ready to reciprocate. He kissed her, holding her head in place
while he had his way with her mouth. His
hand slid down to the front of her top, cradling a luscious breast, his fingers
seeking out and finding her nipple, already aroused to hardness. She moaned into his mouth when he pinched her
nipple, her body holding still while he roughly fondled her breast.
Michael took her breath
away, especially when he kissed her. He
was so demanding, yet gentle at the same time.
She moaned softly when he touched her sensitive nipple, arching her back
to thrust it deep into his hand in spite of his fingers pinching her nipple
hard. Or maybe it was because of
it. She saw it in his eyes when he
pulled away from her, he was going to teach her to pleasure him tonight, just
as he had promised he would. Keri only
hoped that she would be able to perform for him, to please him. Michael always left her on the edge, trying
hard to please him, but he always pushed her farther than she wanted to
go. He left as suddenly as he kissed
her, Keri getting up from the table, the room already empty.
She spent the afternoon
strolling around the grounds. When she
was near the barn she saw somebody, she hid behind a tree to spy on him. It must be the ranch foreman that Michael
spoke of. He was a bit younger than
Michael, early forties, late thirties.
He was handsome in a rough sort of way.
One of those that you were attracted to but you knew you should stay
away from. He wore jeans, tight fitting
jeans. She could make out the bulge in
the front. Was he aroused or was his
cock just that big? His tee shirt clung
to his body, his large arms rippling with muscles as he unloaded the hay from
the pickup truck, the bales tossed around as if they were paper. He turned around, Keri gazing lustily at his
ass. God,
why was she so horny? What was Michael
turning her into?
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