by Powerone
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 see
ing 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.
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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?
CHAPTER 6
Taught to Please
She slipped into the shower, the hot water feeling good against her tender breasts. She knew when she got out, her clothes would be waiting for her, hoping that Michael left her a hint of what he would require of her tonight. She didn't even put her make-up on, wanting to see the clothes. On the bed lay a little black dress and nothing else but the shoes. On the floor beneath the bed sat three inch black heels. She walked over and picked up the dress, half expecting to find panties underneath it, but there were none. It would be easy to get her naked tonight. Michael must be eager, she mused to herself
She went back into the bathroom, finishing up with her make-up, the slinky black dress draped over her arm. Once she was done, she picked up the dress and slipped it on, skinning it over her body. She zipped up the back, the stretch material clinging to her body like a second skin. She stepped into the heels, the muscles in her legs drawn taut. She turned her back to the mirror, the dress clinging to her ass, Keri almost able to make out her crack. As she started to walk out, she found her pussy already getting wet, her nipples pushing out the front of the dress. It made her feel so dirty. And so aroused.
Michael was already sitting at the table when she walked in, her hips swaying gently as she approached the table. “Over here first,” Michael's hands already outstretched as she moved closer to him. His hands curled around her hips, pulling her closer, thick fingers sliding over her ass cheeks, feeling the naked flesh shimmer beneath the tight fabric. “You look ravishing tonight. And feel the same way.” One hand slid under the hem of her skirt, moving up until he felt the gentle slope of her ass cheek. Continuing his exploration, he moved his hand between her thighs, Keri spreading her legs, allowing him unfettered access to
her pussy.
His hands felt natural as they touched her, up beneath her skirt, her legs parting willingly. The greedy fingers crept between her thighs, sliding up to find her pussy from behind, his touch instantly igniting her juices. Her legs could barely hold her up as his fingers explored her naked slit while she stood before him. She stood frozen as if she had no choice in the matter, her body his to do as he pleased. Maybe he was right, her body enjoying the surrender, the floodgates of her pussy spilling forth her juices onto his fingers. “Thank you,” her body shaking as Michael fondled her at will.
Camilla came in the dining room. Keri felt ashamed as Michael took his time in removing his hands from beneath her dress, her breathing ragged as she sat down, her face flushed. She pressed her thighs together, hoping to quench the lust she felt. Keri tried hard to eat but she could still feel Michael's fingers as they explored her sex, her mind conjuring up images of her performing for Michael. Would he expect her to take him in her mouth? Would he make her swallow his cum? She had refused to do it for Jim, but Brad had forced her to take him in her mouth. And her throat. They were halfway through dinner when Michael abruptly said it, Keri shocked by the suddenness of his statement.
"You are going to learn to pleasure my cock tonight. Your body, your hands and finally your mouth will all please me.” He watched her eyes, seeing the shock of his statement. He thought she might not like performing oral sex on a man, though she did enjoy it when oral sex was performed on her. Tonight she wouldn't have a choice in the matter, she would be taught the finer aspects of pleasuring a cock. Michael went back to eating, his eyes staring at her, Keri trying to ignore his last statement. Or maybe she was lost in fantasy?
He had said it. She could almost feel his cock in her hand, her fingers curling over the thick head. She finished eating, her mind not focused on her food, eager to see Michael's cock for the first time, in spite of what he said about taking her in the mouth. She purged the image of his cock in her mouth from her thoughts, hoping she would find a way to deal with it later.
