Suddenly, he pushed all three fingers deep and held them there, pushing up, almost lifting her up.
"Sit up, hands off the ground." She obeyed, but a little weakly. Strong hands assisted, pulled her back up against him. He was sitting straight up now and her naked back and buttocks pressed against his clothes. They were scratchy and stiff against her skin. His free hand reached around and began to tug ruthlessly on one of her nipples, most of his other hand still knuckle-deep inside her. She moved slightly and felt his cock-head brush against her ass cheek. She leaned a little more in that direction, pressing it.
He growled in response, and she wasn't sure if it was sexual or anger at her teasing.
"When this stops hurting," he said, punctuating his harsh words with a rough thrust of his fingers inside her, "I'm going to take the other hole. That will take a lot longer to get used to, I think." His words made her heart flutter; what did he mean? His fingers slid free of her cunt, and pressed into her crevice, moving backwards. One slick finger pressed against her asshole, forcefully demanding entrance.
Her face flooded with heat and shame. Surely that wasn't done, something not possible. But his finger breached her with the same lack of sympathy with which he had taken her virginity some weeks past. He pushed it in past his first, then second knuckle. He was still lubed from delving into her pussy, but it shocked and hurt her. She muffled a whimper with a hand tight over her lips.
"That is not for today, but I thought you should know." Did his voice hold a note of pleasure, of twisted satisfaction?
He removed his finger from her bum then urged her back. His hands guided the joining, letting the head of his cock rub against her before popping inside. She leaned forward again, palms to the ground. This is what she knew, what she had begun to crave: his hard cock delving into her softest place. She sank onto him, feeling stretched and a tiny bit pained. Splayed over him, with the gleaming steel of his cock buried in her to the hilt, the rest of the world faded: the dirt beneath her knees, the looming darkness of the empty barn in front of her, the sun dipping lower in the sky to her left. She slowly began to move and work him inside her, knowing this one time what he wanted and everything else fell away.
Richard looped his second belt around her waist as she rode him -- the belt he reserved for her, but slung across his hips today as they left the house, crossing it with the gun-belt he wore every day. She felt briefly like a bridled horse, but he had other plans in mind. He threaded the end of the belt through the buckle and doubled up the loose end until it was almost the right length. She could feel the belt cinching around her waist, tightening, as he pulled the free tail down in front, until the doubled-up strip of leather pressed against her parted labia. She moved up and down on his glistening cock, and the belt moved with her, rather consistently tight around her waist. But she could feel that the rounded edge just wouldn't quite reach her clit, if that was his intention. His arm lay heavy over her right thigh, but he didn't say anything, didn't tell her what to do.
She breathed in and pulled in her stomach as tightly as she could, hoping for just that extra inch of slack so the knob of leather could press against her clit. The leather tightened around her waist, gave just enough to graze and torment just the very tip of her clit. Or Richard wasn't quite pressing it as far as he could; it was hard to tell.
She shifted a little to aid the belt, lost the rhythm she'd been building up, and Richard found a tender bit of skin to tweak painfully. She'd early on learned to hold back any negative response, but she gasped. He must have enjoyed the sound, since he gave a little tug and the curled edge of the tough leather belt pressed more fully against her clit now.
The pleasurable feeling made her inhale in a near-gasp. It was the only sound she made, and she quickly stifled even that. The traffic flow behind her had increased, and even now she smelled cigarillo smoke on the wind. She imagined someone leaning against the fence, shoulders propped against the wood much like Richard's only a couple of feet higher, casually smoking and hopefully unaware of what was taking place scant inches away.
Her pace increased and the nub of leather scraped and prodded at her clit at Richard's discretion. The tightened belt around her waist remained the same, though. She might work and work him, and he might still not let her come. One night he worked her until she was raw and begged to stop, but had lost track of how many times she peaked with pleasure. It was a confounding game he played.
His free left hand curved over her waist, guided her faster. She put her left hand over his, moved as he urged. The thin band on her third finger pressed into his knuckle. Suddenly, his fingers bit into her waist, pulled her down fast and hard, bottoming out inside her despite her controlling position. Each hard thrust hurt, bruised her a bit where the bruises wouldn't show. A few more hard yanks and she felt his hot spurt, his cock twitching inside her. His grunts and final groan were muffled into the back of her shoulder as he sat forward and pressed himself against her again. He bit the back of her neck lightly, remaining still, arms binding tightly around her body; he squeezed one breast with a little more force than necessary, the other arm around her waist.
Her knees were sore, her breath taken from her, and she had not found relief. Her pleasure, however, was not his highest concern. It would come, she knew, but he might pick a place and time even more inappropriate; she was glad church services were rare in this town.
He abruptly let her go, ordering her to stand. She awkwardly rose to her feet, unsteady and suddenly very cold without his body near. She turned to watch him tuck himself away and then he stood too. He wrapped his own belt around his narrow waist, through the loop of the holster and fastened it. The belt he used on her, whether on her buttocks or between her legs, was still looped around her bare waist.
"Come here." She stepped close. "Spread your legs." She widened her stance. He moved the belt from around her waist to between her legs. He pulled the long cord out of his pocket and once again fashioned the leather chastity belt that rubbed her clit and split her apart in an indecent manner. He had never had her leave the house bound up in it before. It affected her walk, certainly, and she worried it might be obvious what was going on to every eye that lit upon her in the street. It was a long walk through an increasingly crowded town with lots of eyes. On the bright side, the friction would surely bring her to completion, even if she was far too obvious about it in front of the saloon or the laundress' or the general store.
He let her dress after making sure the leather hadn't stretched so much that she was comfortable in her belt. He carefully adjusted it, fingers coldly pulling her labia this way and that, feeling his hot cum on his fingertips as it began to drip out of her and onto the leather. She felt glad to get back into the clothes; she wasn't sure she would ever be used to being naked under the big sky. It felt too unprotected, too open. She carefully adjusted her skirt and bodice, hoping that the bulges of the extra belt leather weren't too obvious in the folds of fabric.
"I'm ready for you again," he whispered into her ear when she was ready. "I hope we can make it home without me lifting your skirts and pushing you up against a building in front of everyone."
She wouldn't be surprised if he did that one day. Today the belt might be in the way, but tomorrow, he might conceive of a different way to torment her. It made her stomach clench, but not in an entirely bad way. She wanted him still, again. She was desperate for a climax, two or three, for the rough sweaty pounding until she was so exhausted she couldn't protest anything he might do. Against a building, in a more or less un-traveled alley, would suit her right about now. What worse could he do? She briefly imagined them fucking on the stage at the saloon, to hoots and hollers of men waiting their turn. Oh, there was plenty more he could do. The thoughts erased her chill, made her hot and flushed.
Richard led her back through the barn and out onto the street. She felt that everyone was looking at her. It may have just been that she was one of the very few women in town, but it felt like they saw the
raw and filthy nature of her soul, the desires she was now trained to embrace. She felt naked, though she was as clothed as she was when she had walked towards the new barn and its high-fenced pen earlier on her husband's arm.
Her breasts felt bare and exposed enclosed in just the thin calico fabric of her dress. The bodice clung to her breasts, and beneath the sweet flower pattern, her still erect nipples were clearly visible. The fabric had just been washed and starched just a little to keep away the worst of the wrinkles, and so rubbed her sensitive skin as she moved. She felt the eyes of so many men glancing up and down her body impolitely, but did nothing more than blush. She could only keep telling herself that there was no way they could see the belt, that the dimming light kept her unbound breasts just a little less obvious. It didn't help when Richard's fingers surreptitiously pinched a nipple within the guise of patting her hand where it looped over his arm. He just reached a bit too far, sorry dear. He smiled at her and her face burned red.
It was her husband's job to keep her safe from the leers and advances of this man's world, and it was only his mercy she needed to worry about.
The End.
Jennifer's Feet
Working in a college town has its up and downs. In my line of work I get to get all kinds of people. Currently I work installing cable TV. Business is good in our city and I am always busy. Except for that Wednesday afternoon. I remember that day because it was the day I met Jennifer.
She is a college freshman (second semester) and a beautiful 19 year old girl. She was my only call so far. I arrived at her apartment and knocked on the door. When she opened the door I was amazed at her beauty. She invited me in and showed me the rooms she wanted cable. Instantly I noticed that she was bare foot. Her feet were about a size seven with slender toes that were perfectly formed.
Her toenails looked freshly painted, and they were a deep red color. Jennifer 's feet were the creamiest shade of white and I noticed how nicely it contrasted with her toes. As she showed me around I had a hard time not looking at her feet as she walked. The last stop was her bedroom and from the look of it she came from money.
Very nice, new furniture filled the new apartment. Jennifer went into her closet and came back out with a pair of running shoes in her hand. She opened her dresser and grabbed a pair of cotton white socks. Being a runner myself I complimented her expensive running shoes. She thanked me and said she loved her old pair, but they had too many miles on them.
Jennifer lead me back to the living room and she sat on the sofa. I watched as she put her socks and shoes on. I had a hard time covering my hard-on with my clipboard! She said she had to run several errands and would be back in a few hours. With that, she closed the door and I watched her get in her car and drive away.
I sat on the sofa for a second thinking how sexy she was and how nice her feet looked. I decided to visit her closet and inspect her shoe collection. When I opened her closet door I saw that she had tons of shoes. Platform strappy sandals, pumps, flats, flip flops, Keds, the works. I got down on the floor and looked at each pair. I found a well worn pair of leather sandals that had deep dark toe prints embedded in them.
I raised the sandal to my nose and inhaled the aroma. It was a light scent of sweat and leather. I kissed each of her toe prints and ran my tongue along them. I tasted the salty sweat of her young feet. My cock was straining to get free of my pants. Then I saw the old running shoes she was talking about.
I reached over and brought one up to my nose. Its smell was much stronger an the sandal, but not offensive. I reached inside it and pulled the insole out. It looked like a perfect mold of her foot. The toe and heel imprints were deep mixed with some white sock lint. I pressed the insole to my nose and inhaled deeply. I closed my eyes and imagined her soft bare feet on my face. I lower the insole and ran my fingers over the indention her sweet young toes had left behind.
Suddenly I hear the front door key slide into the dead bolt. Quickly I tried to stuff her insole s back into her running shoes. In my excitement I put the shoes back and jumped out of her closet as I heard her close the front door.
"Hello, Jim. Are you still here?" I heard her call out.
I came out of her bedroom and told her it was taking me a little longer than usual. She walked into her room and took a look around.
"Did I leave my closet light on? God what an idiot I am. My power bill is going to be so high." Jennifer said.
She walked over and opened the closet door to turn the light off. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as she looked inside her closet. I couldn't remember if I put everything back in order. Finally the light went off and she came back out.
I needed some air! I told her it was my lunch break and I was going to run and get something.
"Nonsense" she said "Hang out, I've got some killer leftovers we can have."
I sat at her kitchen table while she nuked the food. We talked about school and my job. Little small talk. She mentioned that she was on the schools cross-country team for a while but had to give it up. When I asked why, she said that she had trouble with shin splints and also her feet and knees hurt a lot after she ran. Of course this got my full attention. I hadn't even considered trying to actually touch her feet. I would have been happy to be left alone in her closet!
After we ate I we moved into the living room to let our food settle. I told her that I did a lot of running and used to run track in school too. I told her that it might be a problem with the way she ran that was giving her so much trouble with her feet. I told her that I could tell how she landed on her feet when she ran.
She didn't believe me. I said I could prove it to her and asked her to show me her old running shoes. She went and got them and handed them to me. She watched as I removed the insoles (again) and examined them.
"I sorry, I know they have to be really stinky" she told me.
"No problem. See I bet when you run you land directly on the balls of your feet" I said.
She asked how I could tell. I showed her how the impression of her foot was much deeper where the balls of her feet were.
"You have to land on your heel first, then roll your foot along the ground and push off with your toes."
Then I decided to just go for it. I scooted near to her hand reached down and picked up her feet and swung them into my lap.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I bet these shoes are the same way." I said.
I slowly untied her right shoe and with one hand cupping her heel I slid her shoe off. Instantly I felt the heat coming from her foot on my leg. I untied the other shoe and took it off her foot too.
"I bet I can tell you which foot is your strong foot too." I said.
Jennifer seemed a little nervous, but not overly so. I placed my hands on her socks and just caressed them for a second. They felt so warm and moist that I wanted to bury my face in her soles! I slide my fingers under the top of her right socks and slowly rolled it off her foot. Then I did the same to her left foot. I looked at my lap and saw the sexiest pair of feet I had seen in a long time.
Jennifer was totally chilled out and not looking nervous anymore. My fingers stroked up the length of her silky soles.
"Your right foot is the dominate foot" I told her. "See how the skin is harder along the side of your big toe and the slide of your heels. Your left foot doesn't have that."
She looked at her feet and said "Awww poor baby, am I working your too hard?" As she looked at her right foot and laughed.
"Its alright I have something for it" I said as I launched into a foot massage.
My fingers pressed hard against the bottom of her right sole. I worked my fingers up her foot until I got to her toes. Then I slid my index finger between each toe and also pulled gently on each one too.
"Wow, I haven't ever had a foot massage before!" she exclaimed. "Don't forget my left one!" she said joking.
I placed both ankles together in my lap and tried hard to conceal my erection. What could I do? All I wanted to
do was just stare at her feet and run my hands all over them. Which I found myself doing. I massaged her feet for almost 30 minutes. I would raise one up to run my hand along the underside of her calf and try to get it close enough to my nose for a smell. I had one foot being massaged by both hands really hard and it accidently bumped into my nose when I tried to get it too close! The contrast of my big, thick tanned workmans hands and her little milky white feet was almost too much.
Jennifer looked up at me and told me directly, "You have a thing for feet don't you?" At first I tried to deny it, but the evidence against me was too much.
"Its alright. I don't think your a freak, I've just never met a foot guy before. Sooooo.. what do you think of my feet? Are they pretty enough?" Jennifer said with a sly smile.
"You have no idea" was all I could manage to say before I rasied her foot up and kissed the tip of her big toe. I looked up at her to get a reaction and all she did was let out a little giggle. That was it I was going all the way, damn it! I pressed both ankles together and buried my face in her soles. Her soles felt a little sticky and smelled so good! I slid her soles down my face as I inhaled deep until her toes where at my mouth. I opened up and stuck both of her big toes in my mouth. She let out a sexy little yelp and laughed because it tickled her.
Jennifer tried to jerk away out of a tickle reaction but my grip on her narrow ankles was too great. Her feet weren't going anywhere. I gently nibbled on the balls of her feet as she screamed and laughed out loud. She was thrashing around like crazy trying to get away.
I wish I would have tied her up, but now it was just a battle of muscle. After seeing tears of laughter stream out of her eyes. I stopped my attackand gently ran the flat part of my tongue up and down the length of her soles. She moaned a little bit and bit her bottom lip as she watched me. By the time I was ready to have her toes, her soles looked like I had rubbed baby oil on them. That is how wet and shiny they were from my saliva.
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