by Megan West
Emily wasted no time getting on all fours and leaning forward, taking him into her mouth and sucking. She bobbed her head back and forth, sucking and running her tongue along his shaft as she did. Sam moaned, instinctively placing his hand at the back of her head. His eyes clenched shut and that was when he felt his orgasm burst out from the tip of his cock and into her hot, accepting mouth.
Emily swallowed every drop before licking his cock clean and falling back onto the bed. Without a word, Sam pried her legs open and dipped his head between them, sliding his tongue inside her and licking as he pressed down on her clit. Emily cried out, moaned, and cursed as he continued sucking and licking, thrusting his tongue in and out of her and swirling it inside.
He did all this while pressing, rubbing, and massaging her clit until her entire body tensed up and her mouth clamped shut. Emily trembled and shook like crazy underneath him and slammed both hands repeatedly down on the bed until she finally stopped, lying there completely still.
Sam sat back on the floor and wiped his mouth. He could still hear her labored breathing. He placed a hand over his own chest and felt it slow back down to a steady rise and fall as both his breath and heart rate returned to normal. He let out a whistle and Emily finally sat up to look at him. Her face was flushed with satisfaction in her eyes.
Sam guessed he probably looked the same. He looked over every inch of her body he could see. Her wrists were red from the cuffs and he could still see the red marks the ropes had left around her arms and ankles. Even that was enough to get him turned on again, but he gulped and pushed that from his mind. It wasn’t as if he was going to go for it again right now– not that he didn’t want to. He just wasn’t sure what her thoughts or feelings were. Besides, he was pretty wiped out from the first round.
“That was way more than I bargained for,” he said contently.
Emily smirked, drawing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees. “That was way more than ten minutes, mister.”
“But who was keeping count?” Sam jabbed back. Emily laughed with him. The truth was, that ten-minute deal had gone out the window right from the start. He had no idea if she had ever had the intention of keeping to it or not but, in the end, they both really enjoyed the way everything turned out.
Sam wanted to ask her about it, but decided not to. They sat there silently for a couple minutes, but it didn’t feel awkward. Finally, Emily excused herself to go shower and when she disappeared from view, Sam found himself feeling a bit down about this likely being a one-time thing.
Emily was easily the sexiest and most adventurous woman he had ever been with. Even when they were just chatting earlier in the evening, she had been incredibly easy to talk to. He wondered if proposing to make this something more would ruin the good night they had. There was always the chance she was feeling the same way. There was also the chance she wasn’t and he would end up making an ass of himself.
Sam rubbed his hands over his face, deciding not to give it any more thought and just see how things played out when she was done showering. His mind traveled back to the red marks the cuffs and rope had left on her smooth, milky skin. He thought of the water from the shower head cascading over her small, sexy body and thought of how red her round ass had been after the spanking. Before he knew it, his cock was hard again. Feeling slightly embarrassed, he reached down and furiously jerked it with his hand. He needed to finish this off before she got out of the shower.
It wasn’t like she would be insulted by him being hard again, but he didn’t want that little situation to arise. All it took was remembering how it felt to be inside her and his eyes were shut as more come shot out of his cock. He scurried to clean it off the side of the bed and then wiped off his hand and cock, throwing the tissue out; all before she was out of the shower. He cleared his throat and stood up, ripping the comforter off the bed and tossing to the corner of the room to be sure he washed it the following morning.
It was perfect timing since he heard the shower head shut off and Emily walked out with a towel wrapped around her thin body. Much to his disappointment, she got dressed straight out of the shower and started collecting her stuff. She eyed her cut up thong on the floor and smiled at him.
“You can keep those as a souvenir,” she joked before walking out toward the bedroom door. She stopped and made a funny movement with her legs before turning to look at him. “Feels odd to walk around in this dress commando,” she muttered. She bit her lower lip coyly as Sam felt his cock give a dull throb. She was still playing with him. She turned back around and walked out of the room. Sam followed behind her and noticed she was heading straight to the front door.
“You’re leaving?” he asked. As soon as the words had left his mouth, he felt stupid. It was obvious she was leaving. She turned to look at him, eyebrow raised.
“Yes?”
They just stared at each other for a moment as he tried to think of something to say. He wanted her to stay or at least to give a hint she might be interested in getting together again. But she wasn’t giving him anything to work with. At that moment he felt like the biggest fool on Earth. He had never had so much trouble approaching a woman.
Then again, he had never quite been in the situation he was in now. It had been much easier to ask her to be his date to the work event than this. It had even been a smoother time talking about the game, the wager, and claiming his prize than figuring out how to ask her if she would be interested in seeing him again now.
“Sam?” Emily finally asked. He could tell she wasn’t annoyed or impatient. He had just taken a bit too long to say anything. He felt his face flush.
“Oh,” he said. “I was just wondering if, uh, you might ever want to get together again?”
She smiled. It was a toothy big grin, that charming one Sam had fallen for to begin with. He took it as a good sign and felt his body relax. Even so, he wanted to know what she had to say on the matter.
“Sure,” she said, trying to sound casual. Then she took a few steps toward him and placed her hand on his forearm. “Get together for what, though?”
“What do you mean?” He had an idea what she meant by that question, but he wanted to hear it directly from her to be sure. The last thing he wanted was to answer a question she had never asked and then come off as an ass. He had no idea why he was suddenly so nervous about all this. Maybe it was because he had never tried to make something more out of a one-night thing.
Though they had flirted more than once prior to him asking her to be his date to the work event, somehow the way they got along on the date all pointed to it being a one-time thing and that was okay. But once they went through with everything and he realized how into her he was, he wanted more. He hoped she did too, but he couldn’t be sure without asking.
So he waited on bated breath for her answer.
“You know, do you want to get together again for another fun night or do you mean like a date? No pressure, I’m good either way. Just wanted to know what to expect.”
Sam felt relief spread through him. She was leaving the door open to ask what he really wanted. And while he really wanted to have sex with her again, he had enjoyed her company also and wanted to get to know her better. It had gone from casual flirting, to casual sex, to wanting more of both in a less casual way.
That was a first for him and he wasn’t about to let it slip through his fingers.
“How about both?” he asked, sounding a bit too desperate. He felt like kicking himself. He was never this ridiculous around a woman.
Emily smiled and nodded. “Sounds good to me.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning and walking out the front door.
Sam stood there, in the hallway, for a few minutes after he heard her pull out of his driveway and saw her car zoom past outside the front window. His face lit up with a grin.
He had definitely gotten more than he bargained for, and that was the best ‘ten minutes’ of his life.
Third Free Bonus Sto
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It wasn't exactly that Kelly liked the mud and dust that came with being on a farm, but she had to admit that a few of the farm hands that her dad hired during the summer months made the boredom worthwhile. Sure, sitting around on fences and watching farm boys bale hay was nowhere near as entertaining as being a college girl, but Kelly couldn't afford rent over the summer and jobs near school were hard to come by – at least the ones that paid well enough to cover rent and utilities.
So, Kelly resigned herself to regressing to her teenage years and staring open mouthed and googley eyed at the topless farmhands who baled hay and frequently wiped sweat from their brows in overly dramatic gestures.
Despite her many forays in to French kissing and even a few adventures in to the back room at the video store with her girlfriends, Kelly had yet to experience the full joys of being with a man. Sure, there had been many dreams and a good many fantasies involving just about every guy her father had hired, but when it all came down to it Kelly was more inexperienced than she cared to let on.
Her roommate, Dawn, always talked about the million and one guys she had slept with as though it was a contest and somehow Kelly had managed to hide the fact that she was still a virgin, but she wasn't sure just how much longer she was going to be able to keep hiding it. She knew for a fact that Dawn had lost her virginity when she was sixteen because she had lost it on the farm to one of the farmhand. More specifically, one of the farmhands that Kelly had a crush on.
It wasn't that Dawn was prettier than Kelly, it was more that Dawn had the balls to just go out and get what she wanted. Dawn didn't wait for the guy to ask her to dance, she simply went out and grabbed the guy and if he didn't want to dance well…to bad for him.
Kelly had never been that way, she couldn't imagine herself being that way. Sure, she could do a little farm work and if she had to she would get her hands dirty. But when it all came down to it, Kelly was much more comfortable getting her nails manicured and playing the part of the princess. She supposed that this was why the farmhands paid little attention to her, because despite all the good looks in the world, those men liked a woman who knew the meaning of hard work…or at least knew how to please a man. Kelly knew neither.
“You gon’ sit up there starin’ all day pretty lady or you gon’ start pitchin’ in?” A stocky blonde haired guy walked over to her and leaned an elbow on the fence beside her. She could smell the mixture of sweat and deodorant mingling on his sun tanned body and for a moment she couldn't think of any words in the English language, let alone any that made sense. A red blush started creeping up her cheeks and she smiled pressing her lips together and looking up into his sparkling blue eyes.
“Well? Cat gotcha tongue?” He raised an eyebrow as he tilted his head downward to get a better look at her face. Kelly shook her head.
“No…” Her voice was croaky and rough and she cleared her throat and tried again, “no…sorry.”
“Sam, you leave that girl alone! Don't you know never to go messin’ with the boss’s daughter?” Sam’s head whipped around as one of the older farmhands called out to him and then he turned back slowly to Kelly with a horrified look on his face. He reached up and took off his hat.
“Sorry ma’am, I didn’t realize.” Kelly couldn't help but laugh as he nodded his head in some type of modern bow to her.
“I'm not royalty you know…” Her voice was still quiet compared to the loud hollering voices of the workers, but Sam seemed to have heard her just fine.
"Maybe not, but you ain't never been a farmhand caught looking at the farmer’s daughter have ya?” He smirked a little as he said this and turned his head back to his co-workers. “Pleasure talkin’ to ya ma’am, but I oughta get back to work.”
“Wait…” Kelly wasn't sure what she was going to say next, but she knew she didn’t want him to leave yet. “Don't go?”
“As much as I’d love to stay I have a job to get done and plenty of other farmhands hungry for my paycheck if I don't wanna pull my weight.” Kelly nodded and let him walk away, watching him go and wishing she had said something more to make him stay.
It wasn't until late afternoon when the sun was ready to slide lazily down the horizon that Sam realized Kelly was still sitting on the fence, watching him. She smiled at him, her eyes catching the orange of the afternoon sun and he couldn't help but smile back at her. Kelly felt the heat rising in her cheeks again as he walked over to her, his sweat stained shirt and dirty cheeks evidence of a hard day’s work.
“Looks like you’ve been working hard.” She squinted against the sun. Sam chuckled.
“Just another day…” He nodded his head to the fence where Kelly sat, “mind if I sit?”
“Sure…just don't sweat on me.” She grinned but Sam made sure to leave a wide gap between them, her attempt at humor going straight over his head. “Umm…I was kidding, you don’t have to sit over there, I was…just being stupid…” Her voice trailed off to a timid whimper. Sam watched her awkward nervousness with a frown.
“You're not stupid, I'm just…well the guys say I wouldn't know if a girl flirted with me unless she stripped naked and did the hula…” Kelly sat in silence. “Not that I'm saying you're flirting…or that you're going to get naked…” Sam trailed off in to bewildered silence.
Kelly wanted to laugh, she couldn't help herself from wanting to laugh at his innocence, at the fact that the more he tried to explain the deeper he dug himself in to a hole. She looked over at Sam whose face was now the deepest shade of crimson she had ever seen and she couldn't hold her laughter in anymore.
As the first sign of laughter burst from her lips, Kelly tried not to look at Sam but when he misinterpreted her laughter as choking and peered at her wide eyed and prepared to do the Heimlich maneuver, the hysterics began. Sam wasn't as quick to laugh even when he realized that she wasn't choking. He hesitated with half a smile on his lips, his beautiful blue eyes shimmering making sure that he wasn't the one being laughed at. Kelly gasped for breath and finally, as she composed herself she wiped at her eyes and smiled at Sam.
“Sorry, that was just…” She broke in to a smaller fit of laughter, “it was just so funny. Can you imagine me dancing a naked hula?” She let out a sigh and composed herself as best she could.
“I wouldn't mind seeing that.” Sam’s voice broke the seconds of silence and while Kelly couldn't be sure that he was playing along with the hilarity or whether this was him breaking the cardinal rule of being ‘caught looking at the farmer’s daughter’. She couldn't think of what to say fast enough, she knew that she had to say something and not leave that statement hanging in the air.
“Yeah?” That hadn't been what she had meant to say. Although if she was being honest she didn't know what she meant to say.
“Mmm…” Sam was staring off in to the distance now, but the way he answered her showed Kelly that he was still very much right there. She couldn't help but glance downward and at first she kept her eyes on the patches of dirt smeared up his thighs but it didn't take long before her eyes started to wander.
She looked up to the bulge under his zipper and bit down on her bottom lip. Kelly could feel her heart pounding faster and her breathing grow heavy. Just the sound of her breath, almost as though she were panting was enough to make Sam’s cock twitch. Kelly’s eyes were locked on his crotch as it twitched inside his tightening work pants.
“Sam…” He was surprised that she knew his name. She moved closer to him on the fence. “Sam…can I…” She stopped short again and her eyes surveyed the now empty field before them – the other farmhands had wasted no time heading home for the night.
He watched Kelly slide her hand across his leg on to his thigh. “Could I touch you?” Sam looked at her with slight confusion on his face, wasn't she already touching him? Kelly brought her lips to his ear. As she did she slid her hand upward over the thick bulge in his work pants. “Here, I mean. Can I touch you here?” Sam’s breath caught in his throat this time, it had been a long
time since anyone had touched him like that.
“I don't think…” He squirmed on the fence top in an effort to readjust his thickening cock as it pressed against his zipper. “I don't think we should.” Kelly gripped the bulk of his manhood in her hand, squeezing him gently.
“I do.” Kelly slid down off the fence, her boots hitting the floor with a thud and before Sam could protest she had slid between his knees and was fingering his zipper, trying to get it open.
“We’re gonna get caught.” Was all Sam could manage this time in terms of protest but by the time he had said it, Kelly had already unzipped his pants and was slipping her hand inside.
She could feel his warm solid cock in her hand, that smooth flesh throbbing against her skin. She wrapped her fingers tightly around him and watched as Sam sucked in a deep breath of air between his teeth.
“There's nobody here to see us and I'm not telling anyone…” Kelly slid his cock out of his zipper and looked down at the throbbing shaft in her hand, she could feel her pussy ache the same way it ached when she watched porn videos online on her laptop.