His fingers pull at the hasp of my bra. I feel his fingers caress my aching breasts as they fall from the cups. He peels the bra from my shoulders, and it drifts to the floor as I let my hands drop. He pulls me close.I revel in the sensation of my tender erect nipples pressing to his chest. He slowly pulls from our embrace and sits on the edge of the bed. My hands drift across his wide shoulders as he moves. I drop to my knees between his legs, my lips and tongue swirling the velvety rim of his ridged knob. I tease everywhere, kissing, touching, and savoring the manly scents. His hands clench tight in my hair as I engulf his hardness. Ravishing him. He moans as I mouth down the rigid shaft to suck at his balls, my tongue rolling across the large sensitive orbs. He moans again as my tongue reaches into the valley below his balls.My lips move again to his cock, with one hand stroking the length of it and the other palming the large balls.I feel his cock start to tremble. With a la
“You are Jeb Carson?” She asked again. “The Jeb Carson who wrote to me?”“The one and the same. Miss Delilah Harris.” The rancher replied, smoothing down his graying mustache. “Or should I say Mrs. Delilah Carson.”Jeb Carson, one of the more successful cattle ranchers in the small town of Jorgen Creek sat across the table, looking at the young woman from the big city back East. His mail order bride had arrived by stage coach earlier that evening. She looked every bit the young, nubile city girl her black and white picture he held in his hands depicted.“You looked a lot younger in the picture you sent me, Mr. Carson.” She eyed him suspiciously.“That’s an old one taken a few years ago.” He said, smiling slightly. “It’s too gosh darn expensive to have a picture taken out here, you know.”“Well, I didn’t think you were so much older than I am.” The young woman looked around the sparse room. “Are you the owner of the Carson Cattle Ranch?”“Sure, I am... it has my name on it, doesn’t i
He had been sitting at the dining table since eight o’clock sharp, waiting for her. The chair across him was vacant. The soup had been served. He glanced at his pocket watch. Almost a half past eight. Her sudden soft footfalls made him turn around. Delilah almost floated up in a white flowing gown, her face radiant and refreshed, her long luxuriant brown hair flowing freely to her swaying hips. The sight of her took his breath away and he felt his initial anger evaporating.“Good evening, Mr. Carson.” She said, her voice as musical as silver bells. “Have I kept you waiting?”“Well, yes.” He feigned anger. “We prefer to do everything in a timely manner, Miss Harris. This being your first day, I can grant you leave.”“You make this sound like a job.” She laughed softly. “And you can call me Delilah, or Delia. I am, after all, your wife now.”“Yes, I suppose that would be appropriate.” He nodded. “Try the turnip soup, Delia, you’ll love it.”“Yes, I’m sure.” She sat down and looked at
Her soft flesh stung like the Devil as welts began to form where his hard fingers had struck. She felt him caress her gently, kneading and massaging her yielding softness.“There, there, my dear.” He said soothingly. “Daddy’s not so bad. Daddy’s going to make it better now.”“You call this punishment.” She yelled suddenly. “You old coot, why I’ve had better spankings from my ninety year old school marm.”“Is that so?” He laughed. “She must have had hands that could wrestle a prize bull by its horns then.”“Yeah, they sure hurt more than your little princess' soft hands.” Delilah screamed.“Ah, here, let me take my gloves off.” He laughed.Delilah sucked in her breath with a sudden gasp as she felt his iron hard palm smack across her tender butt again. This time his little finger struck at her naked pussy, suddenly making the familiar sensation of pleasure mingle with the pain. She wriggled her hips, eager to spread her legs and expose more of her.“How do you like that, you little mi
“Oh, you’re trussing me up like a turkey, Daddy.” Delilah moaned. “Are you going to spank me silly?”“That and more, my little city-bred wife.” He growled as he secured her ankles to the back legs of the chair.With a deft pull he unfastened her corset and yanked it off her. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and stood bent over the chair, her hands and legs fastened and her welt ridden rump sticking up at him. He smiled at the sight of her. A terrible urge to take her right then came over him but he suppressed it, not sure if he should let this kind of sadistic sex become a thing he desired.Delilah tried to look at him, but she couldn’t turn her head around enough. She could hear him shuffling around and felt a chill run down her spine as she heard him crack the switch a few times in the air. His heart began to race; he was going to use that stinging whip on her sore bottom. A pang of regret momentarily crossed her mind, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to provoke a man she barely
It was April 1974, Chuck was sitting at the bar on the lobby floor of the Royal Colony Hotel in Atlanta, Georgia having a drink. He was there from the West Coast attending a seminar learning about a new scanning system used in scanning tests in school systems across the country. Chuck was an operations manager for a school forms company. It was shortly after 9:00pm when a nice looking lady about the same age as Chuck walked up and sat down in the bar chair next to him. Chuck wondered if she was a working girl, although she certainly wasn't dressed like it.Suddenly she ask, "Are you from out of town?" "Yea", Chuck said, "West Coast. I'm here for a seminar." as he sipped on his drink. "I'm here because I wanted to get out of the house," she said. "My kids are at their grandparents in Florida this week as they are on spring break." Chuck looked at the ring finger on her left hand and could see the discoloration where her wedding ring had been. "What about your husband?" Chuck asked as
"You like this don't you slut? I'll bet you haven't cum like this in a long time have you slut?" Sylvia's eyes were getting heavy as she had cum hard twice inside 10 minutes as she gasp, "No, never cum like this!!" Chuck replied, "We're just beginning slut." Chuck took his thumb and index finger and spread the lips of her pussy wide as he slowly ran his tongue the length of her widely pulsing cunt. "AAAAhhhh JJJJJJeeeeeessssssuuuuuussssssss," she cried, "SSSSSooooooooooo GGGGGGGGooooooooooodddddddd," as she tried to hump her hips and get a little penetration. "NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she screamed as Chuck sucked on her clit hard. Her clit was a half inch out of its hood and very enflamed as he bit firmly into it with his teeth while flipping the tip of his tongue back and forth across the end of her clit. "DDDaaaammmmnnnn YYYYYooooooooooouuuuuuuuu," she gasped, "OOOOOOOhhhhGGGGGGGodddddddddddd, CCCCCCCUuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnngggg AAA gggggggggaaaaaaaiiiiiiii nnnnnnnn!!!
Chuck moved her so she was now laying the length of the bed. He was setting on his feet with her ass on his thighs. The head of his fully erect cock was lying about were he had put the hickey on her groin. Sylvia was humping her ass a little as she laid there. "What's the matter Bitch, is my Slut horny for this cock? You Bitch," he said, "You're still cumming." as he ran his finger in an out of her cunt. "Please put it in. Oh please I need it so bad. I want to feel it in me." Chuck laughed and said, "It, what's an it. I don't know what an it is. Tell me Slut." Sylvia was breathing hard as she said, "Please, oh please, I want that big hard cock. Please, please Fuck me." Chuck reached down and and swabbed the head of his cock up and down between the lips of her cunt. "Where do you want it Bitch." As Sylvia shuddered she begged, "In my cunt, please put it in my in my cunt. I can't stand any more teasing. Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh Gggggoddddddd," she cried as Chuck thrust the head of his co