My Little Farm Girl

by Jordan Silver

  “Pull off my cock.” Hos rough command brought me out of my reverie. I slid off his shaft slowly enjoying every ridge and bump of that sweet flesh that was the source of all my pleasure. I almost swooned with gratitude at his next words.

  “Suck me until I’m at my hardest, you’re not allowed to touch me with your hands only your mouth. Begin.”

  I licked up one side of his cock and down the other paying close attention to the large knoblike crown. It was almost purple in color now and more swollen than I had ever seen, even his shat looked to be fatter and longer if that were possible.

  I took his tip inside my mouth remembering to use my tongue as I sucked hard, the taste of his pre-cum driving me crazy as it poured forth on my tongue. There was so much of it.

  He grabbed my head pulling me down on his length until I thought I would choke but I should’ve known he wouldn’t let harm come to me. He eased off, coaching me through it until I relaxed my throat and took him in.

  When it became impossible for me to hold him in my mouth any longer he slipped from between my lips.

  I longed for just a few more laps of that great monster but he was already put out with me so I wouldn’t risk it.

  He’d told me that he expected me to mess up sometimes, that I shouldn’t try to be so perfect because I was only setting myself up for failure, but sometimes those little slips may earn me punishment, it was all totally up to him.

  But I was willing to take punishment for a stolen taste of his phallus.

  “Doggie position.” Oh fudge. I was already leaking down my thighs. This was by far my favorite position, except maybe the missionary when he looked down into my eyes as he slid in and out of my body while he told me how much he loved and cherished me.

  I got on my hands and knees with my head up. He moved around behind me and pushed my head down and lifted my hips so that my ass was higher in the air. I felt the wet tip of his shaft as he rubbed it back and forth over my clit and slit all the way back to what he calls my little rosebud.

  I twitched and moaned in heat, spreading my legs wider to accept him. I wanted him to pound away inside me, then and only then will I know that we were really okay again; that all was forgiven.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you’re sore, every time you move for the next two days you’ll remember this fuck and you’ll remember who you belong to. Ready?” before I could answer one way or another he pushed into me. I barely had time to catch my breath or to get use to the feel of him stretching me more than ever, before he started pummeling into me.

  My mouth opened in a surprised scream that got trapped in my throat. My hand went down to my tummy where I could see and feel him as he moved in and out of me.

  It felt like he was plunging a baseball bat inside of me. The pressure on my ovaries made me feel like I would explode into a million pieces.

  He kept changing up his strokes from long and deep to short, then just a grinding from side to side like he was searching for something. His thickness worked my insides and had me leaking all over.

  Just when I was coming down from the brink of an orgasm which he denied me, he pressed down hard on my clit and pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in halfway nice and slow and then, slam.

  My muffled screams were caught in the pillow just before I bit into it. Who knew he could reach so far inside of me? The pounding didn’t let up even though I reached back with one hand and waved it around like a landed trout, my white flag of sorts. I was too out of breath to beg for mercy any other way.

  Callan didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care either way as he pulled out halfway and slid back in, hitting that spot that he’d been in search of and had been battering for the last ten minutes since he’d found it.

  My secret place was juicing, I could feel it running down the inside of my thighs. I felt wanton in my sprawled position with my butt up in the air as he played with me, his fingers running in and out of the crack of my ass.

  He hadn’t taken me there in a while and knowing that he soon would, the remembered pleasure filled me with a wild excitement that beat in my chest like a distant drum.

  “Please…” My hoarse voice sounded like the croak of a frog as I turned my head to the side to get some much-needed air. This was the deepest he’d ever gone into me, always before in the last few days since he’d taken my virginity, he’d been gentle and sweet; the perfect gentleman you might say. But this, this I believe was the true Callan O’Rourke, a beast, and I secretly reveled in it.

  He bit into my neck and growled as I felt my insides pulling with his outward thrust, there was a kind of madness in the air now, something that hadn’t been part of our love making before.

  It’s as though he had no control left, he’d been incited to such lust that he’d stopped being careful with me. His teeth already in my neck marking me, found another spot. I liked that best ever since he’d explained its meaning to me. His mark, his brand, and I’m the only one to wear it.

  It sent thrills through me now, bolts of pleasure coursed through my body at that contact. I wanted to beg him to mark me all over like he had that first time but I didn’t, still too shy to voice my wants, my needs really.

  “Please sir.”

  “Quiet Kitten, you must learn to take me in all ways; this is your cock now remember, only you can service him, so it is only you who can give him what he wants and right now he needs to fuck you hard and deep.”

  I felt his hand in my hair and my puss (he’d told me to call it my pussy, but I was still too embarrassed to even think the word) tightened around his shaft, as I knew what was coming.

  I felt his fingers in my scalp seconds before the stinging pain of having my hair pulled roughly back. I couldn’t hold back the scream that was torn out of me then.

  I widened my legs farther subconsciously and cocked my ass higher in the air, urging him without words to take me, do as he will, use me for his own pleasure.

  “That’s my good girl give your sweet pussy to me.” His words only made me burn hotter I was fast losing my inhibitions, the things I wanted to do to him and have him do to me played through my head in slow motion. I felt as if I would pass out from the images flitting through my head.

  “Beg me to fuck your ass kitten, beg me to take your ass hard and rough.” I didn’t answer right away, how can I say those words, things I’ve never uttered before? Suddenly he stopped moving inside me, just the tip of one finger played at the entrance of my ass as I felt his…cock throbbing inside me where it was still lodged all the way to the very ends of me.

  “Say it, or I will pull out.”

  “No-no please no.” Anything but that! I tried moving on his cock myself to retrieve those feelings but he smacked my ass so hard the sound reverberated around the room. The scream this time was one of pain.

  “Say it.” There was a war in my heart and mind, how could I say such things? Things that I’d always been taught were naughty? But how can I not if it means losing this feeling? I wanted the feelings to continue, in fact it was more than a want, I felt I would die if he should stop.

  “Please sir.”

  “Please, what kitten?” One slow thrust in and then he stopped again. That finger in my ass sunk deeper and the hand in my hair tugged harder as he pulled my head back and looked down into my eyes. I saw all the acceptance and love I needed there in his eyes. It was freeing, liberating, enthralling.

  “Please fuck my ass sir.” His growl was one of triumph as he bent his head and fed me his tongue. There was still a slight tinge of the taste of my pussy in his mouth. I loved it. I ate at his tongue like I wanted to consume it, which I did. I wanted to take all of him into myself.

  That unmerciful pounding commenced again and my body sang beneath his. Then he stopped, our mouths still fused together in a slow sensuous kiss his finger now buried to the hilt in my ass; and he fucked me slower.

  The moan started in the pit of my stomach, somewhere beneath my navel and worked its way up my chest
to be captured in his mouth. I was going insane with the torture pleasure of having him slide his whole length inside me so deep, at such an easy pace.

  I wasn’t sure which I liked best, the hard pounding or the slow ride, I couldn’t decide, but I had no time to think of it as he started back up again, speeding up his pace, alternating between fucking me deep and riding me soft and slow.

  The sting in my hair and the slight burn from having his finger in my ass only added to the pleasure and made me juice even harder. By now, the bed beneath me was soaked. My thoughts had become wilder and wilder from too much pleasure. I wanted…

  “Please let me suck your cock sir.” Even though my face heated at my bold words, I knew they had pleased him by the way he swooped down and took my lips in a hard kiss that stole what was left of my breath. His hand left my hair and came up around my neck squeezing slightly, cutting off my air, which resulted in my pussy contracting around him.

  “Cum Kitten.” It’s about time, I came so hard I went blind for a few seconds, the feel of his hot sperm flooding into me brought me back only to send me over the edge again. “Please no more master.” He ignored me of course and drove into my hard once, twice until I was grunting again, my eyes rolled back in my head.

  I came hard and shook all over his cock before he pulled out of me. I turned around quickly having learned this in my training and gobbled his cock down. I started choking right away.

  “Slowly, slowly, there’s no rush precious kitten take your time.” His rough hand smoothing my hair gentled me a little and I settled. I remembered my lessons as I licked around the head of his cock, tasting myself and his pre-cum as I made my way down the length of his shaft.

  I wanted him in my throat where he belonged, wanted to give him the maximum pleasure. I licked and sucked and nibbled just the way he’d taught me before relaxing my throat and taking him down-down until my nose touched his shaved groin.

  “Ahh, fuck Kitten, I love the way you suck my cock; such a good little cock sucker.” I hummed around his cock with pleasure at his praise. I’d been practicing for just such an outcome.

  I felt him go deeper as he leaned over my back, then his fingers were there, playing in my pussy. My body relaxed with my thought of the word and I felt liberated, free. I worked my throat around his cock as he fingered me.

  Next thing I knew my legs were being brought up and my back was facing his chest with his huge cock still in my throat. He licked into my pussy deep from this position, holding my legs splayed open and my whole body shook.

  “Do not make me cum.” He continued licking me as his cock grew in my mouth. Where less than an hour ago I found it hard to say the words, now I wanted to shout them from the rooftop.

  He pulled out of my mouth and pushed me to my back. Reaching over to the nightstand he withdrew some gel. He squirted some into my ass before filling my hand with more. “Rub it into my cock, make sure to get it nice and slick so we don’t hurt your little ass,”

  I greased up his cock until he pushed my hand away, then with his eyes on mine, he pushed my legs all the way back to my ears. He rubbed his cockhead through my slit, round and round before slipping down to my ass.

  I felt the head slip into me and flinched from the pressure. “Easy Kitten, you’ve taken me there before.” He stopped pushing and leaned over to share a sweet loving kiss with me. That helped to take my mind off the burning in my ass.

  He slipped another couple inches in me as he teased my clit. My senses were being bombarded, his tongue in my mouth his fingers on my clit and his dock in my ass. It was the look in his eyes though once he lifted his head that had my body relaxing so he could slide his whole length into my bowels. Such heated love I couldn’t help but cry out at its intensity.

  I was lost in a world of lust. Nothing had ever felt so good in my life. He pushed me to say those words, words that seemed to incite him farther. When I begged him to fuck me, he pounded my ass harder. He’d allowed me to cum once more while he was in my ass before he pulled out and went to the bathroom. I thought we were done though he hadn’t cum as yet but he came back out wiping his cock with a washcloth before dropping it to the floor beside the bed and coming back to me.

  He pulled me beneath him and licked my face, a strange sensation but one I adored. He teased my folds with his cock as he looked down at me. “You’re beautiful.” He slid into me and I felt swollen. It wasn’t that easy for him to get back inside but her forged on not stopping until I’d taken all of him.

  I was crying ten minutes later when he was fucking me nice and slow and the pleasure plain the whole evening just came crashing down on me. “Shh, be my big girl.” His soft words spoken with such caring, was my undoing. I would do anything for him.

  “Are you my big girl?” His strokes were long and deep and reached my depths, I never wanted the sweet feeling to end as he fucked me like he cared, like I was the most precious thing in the world to him. How could he go so smoothly from one extreme to the next?

  “Yes sir, I’m your big girl.” I smiled as he nailed me to the bed, fucking into me over and over until I begged for his seed. My words of lust set him off again and my poor pussy paid the price, my wild man was back and he let me have it.

  Instead of the slow ride of the last half an hour, I was back to being pounded and pummeled until he ordered me to cum even as he flooded me once more with his potent seed that ran out around his cock and down my ass.

  I actually covered my privates with my hands as I scooted away from him in desperation after he pulled out. He was still hard with a long string of cum oozing from his tip and hanging down to the bed. The smirk on his face told me he wasn’t done, not by a long shot.

  Chapter 27

  CALLAN

  The next few days, I left her at home while I went off to work. She had some down time before her next photo shoot, but she was making me crazy. “But I’m bored why can’t I go to the park?”

  “Because I said so, now I’ve given you something to do haven’t I? An hour before you call me I want you to practice your words before the camera while you play with yourself. I’ve set up the camcorder already it’s on a timer so you don’t have to do anything but lie back on the bed where I’ve marked. Do not leave this house under any circumstances do you understand me?”

  “Yes sir.”

  She’s such a grouch when she doesn’t get her way but it’s cute. At least she’d no longer afraid to speak up. I’m still trying to teach her that although my word is final that does not mean she doesn’t have a say, she’s not a fucking robot after all.

  I’ve tried to control what she reads about the D/s lifestyle but I guess its’ inevitable that she came across some bad shit on the net. It’s a good thing she has to keep a record of everything she reads and discusses it with me, or who knows what the fuck she’d get stuck in her head.

  She’s still battling her shyness though when it comes to talking dirty during sex, something I admit is a big fucking turn on for me.

  I don’t want to force her and I certainly don’t want it to sound mechanical when she begs me to fuck her, but it’s something I need, so it’s something she’s going to have to learn.

  I know it’s just her upbringing that’s keeping her from crossing that line, and even though she confessed to enjoying it the other night, she still needs work.

  Maybe I’m pushing it a bit far having her masturbate in front of the camera while practicing saying the words for me to watch and critique later, or maybe it’ll force her over that last hurdle.

  ***

  I had a meet with my head of security to discuss his team’s findings so far. I wasn’t expecting too much since they hadn’t been on the job that long but he seemed to think I might be interested in whatever it was he had.

  It was no surprise to me when he finally showed up at my office with the surveillance photos that Marion knew the woman from the museum and was seen meeting with her on more than one occasion.

  On one occasion she ca
n be seen passing off what can only be a payoff envelope. I had no idea who the shady looking character she’d been lunching with the day after could be but was assured that he was now under my men’s radar.

  Marion had petitioned the board for more time before she had to exit the apartment. At first I was of the mind to go throw her out my damn self, but then I realized it suited my purposes just fine for now, to have her where I could find her.

  “This is good do we know who the other female is?”

  “We’re working on it sir these were only taken yesterday and since the younger female fit the description of the woman you first mentioned to BOLO I thought I’d get these to you. About the other thing, he seems clean, maybe a little too clean if you know what I mean.”

  “What does that mean a little too clean?” It kind of reminded me of Kitten, I’m sure if anyone went digging for dirt on her they’d find roses, the girl was as true as they come, a dying breed if not the last in the free world.

  “Josh Crane seems to have just appeared out of thin air a couple years ago. He’s from the San Fernando Valley, went to Berkeley on a scholarship did pretty okay, then he disappeared for a few years and now he’s back. Can’t find anything on him really other than that. I’ve got some people working on it but it might take some time.”

  “Hmm, nothing on him here in New York? How did he get this gig?”

  “An agency as far as I can tell. Your people sent out hunters and he got caught in the net. The good news is he doesn’t seem to have any kind of criminal history.”

  “Okay, thanks. Keep me posted.” It was almost time for her to call, I couldn’t wait for whatever hijinks she’d gotten up to today. Seems leaving her on her own for any length of time brings out the kid in her and her journal the last two days have been most enlightening.

  When she did call though, all thoughts of kidding around or teasing her about the video she was supposed to make flew out the window. “Baby what’s wrong?”

  “Callan, help me.”