by Powerone
Michael rolled over, enjoying the sight of Keri's naked body in his bed. “I hope you slept well.” He could see she was having trouble moving, the bondage the first time doing that.
"Yes, soundly.” She added. “And satisfied.” She waited for a moment. “I hope that I can defer my promise until later.” Her eyes begged him.
"And what promise was that?” Michael feigned ignorance.
"Of taking your cock. My mind wants to but my body is cramped.” She stretched her body out, not even caring that she was naked and Michael's eyes were feasting on her as she stretched.
"I have just the thing for you. A nice ride outside. I did hear you say that you rode before. It is beautiful out today, we can take a ride and have a picnic somewhere. I think you will find the ride relaxing. And good for your sore muscles.” He smiled, up on his elbow facing her, his hand roaming over her body as she stretched.
"I would love to. I haven't ridden for ages, but I miss it. I hope that you have a horse that is not too spirited for me.” Maybe she would seduce him on their picnic, though she doubted that she would be the seducer.
"I think you like everything spirited,” he teased her, one hand cupping her breast gently. “I have just the horse for you. Why don't you take a shower and get dressed. I will have your clothes set out for you. Camilla will make us a nice lunch with a bottle of wine.” He watched her body as she got up, taking in her naked flesh as she picked up the robe that was neatly laid out for her. She pulled the thin wrap around her, the delicate material molding to her curves, her body so sexy beneath the thin fabric.
She was sure that Michael was hard by time she left, feeling his eyes burning into her naked flesh as she put on the bathrobe. She took a leisurely shower, the hot water feeling good on her taut muscles, stretching her naked body in the shower. She was beginning to get back some of the elasticity in her body, almost wishing that she had begged Michael fuck her. Her hand slid down between her legs, still not used to having her mound shorn of her bush, finding her pussy a bit sore from the hard fuck Michael gave her last night. Serves her right for asking for it hard, though she was deliciously sore, she still didn't regret her decision. Michael had brought out the most explosive orgasms in her, each time surpassing the last, Keri wondering how much longer he could ignite such lust in her.
After her shower, she toweled off and put on the clothes Michael laid out for her, the riding pants fitting her like a glove. You could make out the outline of her low cut panties beneath the pants. She took a step, feeling the pants gripping hard on her pussy, knowing that Michael would like that. The simple task of walking would force her to get aroused. Luckily they would spend the better part of the day riding. She slipped on the button down blouse, Keri knowing that Michael would not give her a bra, wanting to enjoy her breasts as they bounced along with the cantor of the horse.
She sat down with Michael, seeing the way the jeans he was wearing cradled his cock into a nice bulge that teased her as she gazed at it. “Good morning. Again."
"You look ravishing in that outfit. Stand up and let me see your ass."
She didn't hesitate, standing up, turning her back to him, standing there while he ravished her lovely ass with his eyes. “Thank you.” Keri sitting back down but with a new flush in her face, embarrassed that he commented so lewdly of her body.
She felt like a trained dog when Michael made her show her ass to him. She felt the sting of humiliation that he treated her that way and she allowed him. Yet, she got such a sense of satisfaction in performing for him as he expected, just as a well trained dog must feel. A sexy glow spread across her face, reveling in the fact that her body and actions pleased him.
They talked through breakfast, Michael making no mention of their lovemaking last night as if it didn't happen. After an hour, Camilla came and took the dishes away.
"I have to make an important phone call. Why don't you go out to the barn? Have Derek get you ready. He's an expert rider so he can fill you in with all you need to know about your horse.” He turned to Camilla. “Would you bring our picnic basket to Derek? And don't forget the wine. Pack it carefully."
Michael left her alone in the dining room, Camilla going off to get the lunch packed and ready to go. Keri walked slowly out to the barn, the fresh air and sunshine feeling good. Not to mention, the tight pants felt good, the gentle pressure on her pussy revitalizing her arousal. The large barn door creaked ominously as she walked in, her senses assaulted by the scent of hay and horse manure. She stepped into the cavernous barn until she saw him. “Derek?"
"Ah, Senorita Keri,” Derek's eyes took her in, finally getting a good view of the girl that was taking all of Michael's time. She was as lovely as Kevin had said she was. He could make out the lovely breasts that hung free beneath the blouse, the nipples showing a bit of hardness. He looked down at her ass, enjoying the way the riding pants clung to her flesh, able to discern the crack in her ass as well as her slit. A bald mound could hide nothing now. He was going to enjoy this one, hoping that Michael would allow him a taste today. “Michael says you have ridden before. I have just the horse for you. Follow me."
"Thank you Derek.” She looked down at the unmistakable bulge in his jeans. He was well hung, just like Michael. Take your mind off of that Keri, she chided herself. She followed him over to one of the stalls, the loud neighing of the horse inside almost scaring her.
Derek opened the door for Keri to see her horse. “His name is Diablo."
Keri looked at the large black horse. She wasn't afraid of horses, but what drew her attention to him was his cock. It was unsheathed and had to be almost two feet long and three inches around. And it was hard! The horse looked at her almost lustily, as if he wanted to mate with her. The size of his cock made her pussy wet. He was still neighing and snorting at her. “Is he all right to ride?"
"Big isn't it?"
"What?” Keri stammered, unable to take her eyes off of the horses cock, suddenly realizing what Derek was talking about and knowing that he saw her eyes riveting to the massive weapon beneath Diablo. She instantly turned red in shame. “YYYYEESS,” she murmured nervously.
"Would you like to touch it? I don't think Diablo would mind having your soft hand wrapped around his cock.” He smiled when he said it, wanting to see her humiliation.
"NO!” She was shocked by his comment, stepping back in alarm, but she found herself unconsciously licking her lips almost as if she was anticipating putting the horse's cock in her mouth.
"Don't worry about Diablo. He's very gentle. He just gets excited by the scent of an aroused female. Horse or otherwise. With a cock that big all the female horses love him, making him my best breeder. None of them go away unsatisfied.” Derek saw her face turn a shade of red.
"Aroused female?” Then Keri finally realized what he meant. “Me?” She blushed deeper. Did Derek also scent her arousal?
"Don't be ashamed Keri. It's much better than the most expensive perfume. With your parted legs on his back, Diablo will do anything to please you."
Was this going to be a ride or an orgasm? She looked back at the horse, or more plainly at his cock. It seemed to be getting bigger, Keri's hands at her side almost feeling it molded in her palm. What would it feel like to have two feet of cock trying to enter you? She was flustered and aroused at the same time. “Thank you Derek,” Keri replied curtly, trying to take back her pride.
"Diablo can make your ride very stimulating. I have been told by other girls that rode him that if you let your lower body relax and slide along the saddle it can be very arousing. To increase the pleasure, slide forward each time and let your clit rub against the saddle horn. Diablo will bounce very gently. Just think about that massive weapon beneath you as you ride. You just have to be careful you don't cum too quickly.” Her eyes were almost glazed over as it she was in a trance.
God, she almost couldn't wait to get on his back, Keri wishing she could plunge her hands in her panties and get herself off quickly. It would be a tough ride, trying no
t to think about Diablo's cock, trying not to cum. “TTTThannk you.” She barely heard any more of his instructions, her mind drifting on and off as she imagined the feeling between her legs as she rode the horse. Luckily Michael came out, Derek helping her up on the horse, but not before he let his hands roam over her ass cheeks as he helped her up.
"Diablo is going to love you. As I already do.” Derek reached his hand down to the front of his jeans, grabbing his crotch, making sure that Keri saw his every move.
Michael and Keri took off riding, starting off slowly until Keri could get used to riding again, her body adjusting to the rhythmic gait of the powerful beast beneath her. “Are you okay?” Michael saw that her body was tense, almost as if she was expecting something to happen.
"Yes,” she barely managed to stammer. She willed her body to relax, getting into the rhythm of Diablo as he started to canter. Keri began a gentle bouncing on the saddle, finding her sex sliding easily back and forth over the hard leather saddle. She didn't dare move up and rub her clit on the saddle horn, afraid that she would scream out if she climaxed while riding. She stared at the saddle horn, almost perverted, standing up like a phallic symbol between her legs. She only had to slip another inch forward and she would rub up against it.
Michael noticed that she didn't seem to talk much as they rode, finally understanding the reason as he watched her face. Her face became flushed, her nose flared as she breathed heavily, her almost naked chest heaving up and down in rhythm with the horse. She was masturbating on the saddle. Derek must have put the idea in her head. Michael would keep her from climaxing while riding, sure that Derek had plans for her aroused body once they got back to the barn. The barn was full of lovely items that would look good on Keri. Ropes and whips, as well as many places an errant girl could be placed into compromising positions. She would get her orgasm, but she would have to pay for it first.
Keri could barely get off Diablo when they stopped for lunch, her legs feeling like Jell-O. Her riding pants were stained with her juices, Keri keeping her hands in front of her, hoping to hide her arousal from Michael. She was sure that Michael would find a way to use her arousal against her, not that it would be a bad idea. No matter what Michael's imaginative mind dreamed up, Keri found her body responding. Nothing was perverted. Except sodomy, her mind quickly adding.
Michael had the picnic all spread out on the blanket before Keri got her legs back. She sat down hurriedly, hiding her wet pants from Michael's eyes. “It looks delicious. And the outside air has made me ravenous.” Her arousal had also made her hungry for things other then food.
"Yes, you do look especially sexy today. It must be the fresh air,” he teased her. “By the way, after I made my phone call, I heard from Jim Baker. He is sending a helicopter for you in the morning. He just bought a new house in Aspen and wants you to furnish it with style. He will pick you up at 10 so you can meet his wife and see the house in Aspen. He promised to have you back before dinner.” Michael failed to see it coming, Keri jumping up and hugging him so passionately, pushing her body provocatively against his frame. She kissed him hard, her tongue reaching so deep in his mouth he thought she would stick it down his throat. She finally pulled away, breathless and excited.
She had got a job. A real paying job, although she didn't know how much it paid yet. Someone wanted her expertise and classy style to decorate their home. Was her life finally coming together after so many years wasted with Jim? “I'm sorry I got so carried away. It was all because of you that I got the job."
"I forgot to mention, you get 5% commission on all your purchases for him. Knowing Jim's wife and her taste, I expect that it should be around $50,000. He purchased his house in Aspen for about 5 million and I'm sure he will spend in excess of 1 million furnishing it. He has expensive taste and with you helping, it will also have good taste.” Keri's faced beamed with pride. Now would that change their arrangement? Or cement it? Michael would soon find out once they got back to the barn and Derek.
Keri was almost giddy during the picnic, even sitting close to Michael, her hand moving to the front of his jeans, her fingers tightening on the bulge that appeared harder as her fingers pressed. She wanted to reach in and take his cock out, even considering putting it in her mouth, but Michael seemed to be waiting for something, Keri was sure that he would surprise her once they got back to the house. She almost forgot about Diablo until her spread legs sat back down on the saddle once more. They began to ride again, Keri letting her body go and sliding back and forth over the sleek saddle, the friction heating up her loins. It was about an hour ride back, so Keri paced herself. With only a half hour to go, she slid farther forward.
"Whooosh,” Keri barely able to breathe as her clit hit against the saddle horn. She hated when Diablo forced her back, but she braced herself for the next one, moaning quietly as her clit swelled in pleasure each time she slid against the saddle horn. God, why didn't she ever think of this when she was younger and riding? She even made Diablo gallop, Keri wanting more stimulation, wishing they could stop and Michael would fuck her. She pressed harder on the rigid saddle horn when the barn came into sight, Keri wanting desperately to cum before she reached it. They pulled up in front of the barn, Derek waiting outside for them. Keri could feel her flushed face, her riding pants drenched in her juices. But she was on the verge of cumming. If only they could have rode a bit more, Keri sure that she would cum. She didn't even mind when Derek's hands rubbed all over her as he helped her down, Derek not even trying to hide his intentions. His hand rested on her ass cheeks for a long time before Keri moved away.
Michael saw Derek pawing at Keri, but he also saw the wet spot on the front of her riding pants. She had drenched them and by the flushed look on her face, she had not climaxed. She would be wound tighter than a clock, willing to do anything for the orgasm that she needed so badly. He was sure that Derek had some ideas already in his head by the way he fondled her body.
"Was Diablo everything I told you he was?” He looked at Keri, the look of pure sex radiating on her face. She was horny and needed some satisfaction. “Did you ride like I instructed you?” He waited for her response.
She didn't even care that Derek was teasing her. She enjoyed the way his large, calloused hands ran so possessively over her body and Michael didn't seem to mind. She needed relief, no matter what. The job, the masturbating horse, all raced through her mind at once, leaving her restless and unsatisfied. “Riding Diablo was just as you said."
"From the flushed look on your face, Diablo left you unfulfilled.” Derek turned to Michael. “Would you mind if I finished what Diablo could not?"
"I think Keri would be disappointed if I didn't let you.” He saw the expression on Keri's face. It was a combination of excitement and fear of the unknown.
"Let's go into the barn Keri. I have things all ready for you.” He put his arm around her waist, both of them walking into the barn, his hand sliding down to her ass cheeks, squeezing the firm flesh as they walked.
Keri let herself be led to where or what she didn't know, but Derek's powerful hand around her waist said that he would take charge. Just like Michael did, but this time there would be two of them. Would she have to take care of both of them sexually? Or would Michael just watch? She wasn't surprised to the see the pile of ropes already laid out in the center of the barn, Keri shivering when she saw all the hooks, pulleys and fences around, all built to secure things, including her. Derek didn't waste anytime, spinning her around until her back was to him. Michael sat down on a bale of hay, his cock already bulging in his pants.
"Put your arms behind you. Reach your hands to each opposite elbow.” Derek reached impatiently for her wrists, his hand already tying the rope around her wrists and securing them to her elbows. He looped the rope around her body, three times above her breasts and twice below them, his fingers grazing over the hard nipples that already pressed against the blouse, her naked flesh just below the thin material. He secured another rope between her cl
eavage, yanking it up harshly, enjoying her moan as the ropes bit into her lovely breasts, trapping the tender flesh between the harsh ropes until they began to bulge. “Michael told me you liked your tits bound.” He tugged the rope one last time, her perfect breasts now elongated between the cruel ropes. “Your nipples feel like bursting yet?” He teased his fingers over her nipples, the hard nubs pressed hard against the blouse.
She didn't think she could get any wetter but the minute her arms were bound behind her, her breasts thrust out submissively, Derek binding them between the ropes until they bulged, she felt the gush of juices flood out of her pussy. She thought she had cum. She looked down, but couldn't see the front of her pants without being too obvious. But Derek had already noticed her wet arousal.
"I don't think you will need those pants any longer. There are already drenched.” He undid the belt, Keri struggling a bit as if she had to do it to protect her innocence, but Derek could see that her heart was not in it. He pulled the pants down over her thighs, peeling them off of her like he was peeling a potato. She even stepped out of them when Derek got them to her ankles, Derek struggling to get them over her boots. He finally had to resort to taking off her boots, making her lift one leg at a time as if he was shoeing a horse, Derek more interested in looking at her pussy than taking off her boots.
Derek's hands were insistent and anxious, his hands almost ripping the pants off of her, eager to get her down to the panties. Or further. He took off her boots, struggling to get them off as Keri tried to stay balanced, her bound arms making it difficult. Finally he succeeded, Derek standing up, still huffing and puffing. But it was all worth it, her panties glued to her mound, her slit clearly visible through the wet panties.
Keri was surprised that Derek let her keep her panties on. After all, they were wetter than the riding pants. Derek pushed her over to the side while he went back over to the pile of rope. What was he going to do now? Would he tie her legs? Would they be spread wide, leaving her open and vulnerable to what the two men might do to her? She eyed Derek, the curiosity killing her. He picked up a rope, nylon and smooth, but it looked like an array of knots all along the length of the coil of rope. He went to one of the posts that ran from the floor to the ceiling. She watched as he tied one end of the rope around the pole, about waist high. He began to lay the rope out on the floor neatly from the pole across the barn to another pole about thirty feet away. But he didn't do anything but let it fall to the floor. She looked at the rope, knots running about every six to twelve inches. They were all different types of knots. Some were just ordinary knots, but others were double knots, even triple knots and some were strange, double knots with a large loop at the end of the knot. What was he going to do with the rope?
