"How does it feel to finally take a man?" he asked between gritted teeth. A firm buck of his hips bottomed him out inside of her, and Emily groaned against her hand as she got used to the feeling. The bulbous tip of Henry's cock prodded a part of her she'd never felt before, something solid and shockingly arousing. Henry did not keep himself there for long — in moments he'd drawn back out only to thrust with increased passion. The impact hit her hard, and Emily choked back a gasp. It was all she could muster in response.
"Such a bad, dirty girl," he breathed. Again and again his hips bucked into her, breeding her. Neither of them had bothered with protection, but it only made it hotter. Emily wanted his raw cock, wanted to know that her father's friend was fucking her hard and unprotected. The thought that his cum would drip from freshly used hole spurred her on further. From pure and untouched to filthy and used. Henry was making her into a slut, his slut, and it only made her hotter.
"I'm so bad," she whispered back, voice hitched with pleasure. "Fuck it out to me. Fuck all this dirtiness out of me!"
Henry's hands left her breasts and pinned her arms above her head. The speed with which he rocked his hips increased, and he struck time and time again against that spot inside of her. The force of their bodies meeting stimulated her clit, and Emily grinded down against him, maximizing whatever pleasure she could. The wet sounds of their bodies joining and parting had filled the room, their gasps and grunts of pleasure hushed. Orgasm was close, and Emily knew when she came, she was going to cum hard. Henry was her fantasy, and her body had already been pushed to its limits even before he'd entered the room. There was no way she could hold on.
"Henry," she whimpered. "Henry, all of those thoughts... All of those thoughts are working their way out of me. I can feel it. I can feel it welling in my gut."
And she could. The rush of heat through her groin was weighing her down and making everything feel that much more intense. Just a few more thrusts, just a few more, and...
"Work them out, little girl," Henry rasped. "Get them all out. Cum them out for me and tighten around my old cock. I want to feel you work every single one of them out."
Emily's lips parted, but the cry that followed was silent. The first wave of orgasm hit, and her sex tightened and shuddered around the length of his cock.
"One," he uttered.
Another ripple ran through her as pleasure peaked and released, and her sex clamped down around him again.
"Two," he whispered. "Get them all out, little girl. I want all of those thoughts out of your head."
Again and again her pleasure peaked and her body tightened in response. Emily's fingers dug into the sheets as her body wracked itself with pleasure, and for each time she tightened, Henry counted out loud.
"Seven," he rumbled, and as he did, Emily felt a different kind of pulse. It took a long moment for her to realize that it was not her body that made it, but his. Henry's cock was spilling its thick, warm cum into her womb and breeding her like the little whore she was.
"Oh my god," Emily gasped. The words were so quiet they might as well not have been uttered at all. "You're cumming, you're..."
"Punishment," he said at last. "Bad girls like you have to risk the possibility that their actions will have consequences that last forever. Everyone might get to find out just how dirty you really are when your womb swells up with the load I just gave you. Everyone will see that you've given in to sin. That you let a man have you and you didn't care enough to protect your own body against his seed."
Each word struck with latent potency, and Emily's lips rounded in a silent cry. A fresh surge of pleasure consumed her, and a wave stronger than the others squeezed itself around Henry's thick shaft.
"Eight." He was breathless. "That's my good girl. Everything's out now. Now the healing can begin."
As his erection flagged, Henry drew free of her with a slow, deliberate movement. One moment she was filled completed for the first time in her life, and the next she was alone and empty. Emily exhaled steadily, coming down from the high. The loneliness was terrible, but knowing why it was she felt so empty was invigorating like nothing else.
"And how do I go about healing," she murmured, tossing the idea out casually, "if I still harbor those thoughts inside of me, even after what you've done?"
Henry settled down on the mattress beside her and ran a hand along her side. The touch had lost some of its magic, but faint arousal twisted inside of her, promising that before long, she'd be hungry for more.
"If we didn't get the idea by its roots," he said, "then we'll have to keep digging and pulling them free until nothing is left. There's no other solution."
The words were exactly those she'd been eager to hear. Emily grinned into the darkness, shifting on the bed to cuddle up against the much older man beside her. It was her turn to run her hand down him, tracing from his chest down to his stomach until her fingertips left him just before the groin. There was no way a touch like that was innocent.
"I see."
The room, once cool, was now hot with both of their bodies. The scent of their sex hung on the air, and she knew it would cling to her sheets and in her pillows for days to come.
"I guess you're going to have to stay here a while longer, then," Emily said after a short, reflective pause. "These thoughts have been building and festering for a long time, and one little extraction is never going to be enough to get rid of them for good."
Henry scoffed, the sound muted for the sake of their privacy.
"You really are a bad little girl, aren't you?" he asked. "Perhaps, even after I've worked this sin out of you, I'll have to come back from time to time to make sure that it stays gone. I don't feel like you can be trusted."
Emily's grin grew, and she draped her arm over his side as she drew herself closer. Only moments ago they'd parted, but the slickness between her legs and the new heat growing low inside of her made her feel like she could go again. Henry's recovery would take a little more time, but as soon as he was ready...
"I think we can arrange for that," she cooed. "My father is quite fond of you, you know. And even should he not be in the spirit to entertain a guest, I'm sure he would be thrilled if his little girl visited his best friend from time to time for some private tutelage."
A loud snore from down the hall broke through their quiet conversation, and both of them paused to revel in it. They'd gotten away with it. They were golden.
"Clever, dirty little girl," Henry praised her. "I'll have you as often as you want."
And Emily knew she was going to want him very, very often.
Story 22
Shelly was always a dreamer, but over the past few years, she had become a bit of an outcast. While she owned a successful ranch on the outskirts of her western town, left to her by her deceased parents, every other aspect of her life seemed to be extremely lacking. She never married and worked on the ranch herself, unless it was absolutely necessary to hire an extra hand.
Shelly was a beautiful girl and never had a shortage of potential suitors. Yet, every time that anyone would show an interest in her, whether he was a stable boy or another ranch owner, she would send them away. She never accepted a date from anyone. Instead, she would fill the hours when she was not working on the ranch with reading.
Shelly read books by the hundreds, dreaming of lives that she knew she could never have. For, as successful as she was and as well off as her parents had made her, her life was boring. Every day, she would get up and do the same thing over and over again, without any change in pace.
She loved her ranch and her animals dearly, because they were the only thing she had left of her parents. They had instilled the prospect of hard work and a love of the ranch in her, but that was all she had left of them. Her father died of a heart attack on her sixteenth birthday and her mother barely made it a month longer. The doctor was certain that her mother died of a broken heart; having loved her father dearly.
The pain of losing them was hard enough and
when it came time for her to choose a suitor, she couldn’t bear the thought of falling into the same trap as her mother had. She loved her parents. When they were alive, she would have done anything for them. She knew that they loved her and there was never even a moment where she felt slighted by her childhood. However, watching her mother die, so soon after father, because of her father, was not something that she wanted. She could not bear the thought of losing her own life, simply because the bonds between her and a man were too great.
Her parents had loved one another for many years. Their bond, forged from many years together, seemed to be infinite. Before Shelly found out about the dark side of love, what it could do to one’s body and mind, she reveled in her parent’s love. She hoped that one day, she would be able to find a man who would give her what her mother told her constantly that her father had given her. She wanted the love, the companionship and the never-ending essence that came with being husband and wife. She wanted it all and she was sure that no matter what, she was going to get it. After all, she was beautiful and everyone in town complimented her on how loving and social she was.
In fact, Shelly grew up with suitors practically waiting outside of her door for the moment that she was ready and able to start courting.
Plus, it also didn’t hurt that Shelly’s family was wealthy. Any man who won her hand in marriage would not only get one of the only eligible women in the town, he would also get an estate that was worth more than most could fathom.
Everything was going well then, but one day though, right there at the dinner table, after celebrating her birthday with her family, Shelly’s father died. Even though she was mortally unaffected by his passing, she was sure that a part of herself passed on as well.She knew in her heart that the vigor for the life her parents wanted for her had died with them.
She was so close to them and they were taken so quickly and in such succession, that she wondered what her life was really good for. Now, she had more money than she knew what to do with, but pushed everyone away because she couldn’t stand the heartache of losing more of what all the money in the world could not buy back.
With the passing of her parents and the realization that her life could change in a moment and she would never see it coming, she was broken. Her spirit was crushed and her will to lead a life like her parents had been forever destroyed.
Yet, she yearned for a different life, beyond gates of the ranch, which kept her bound to it as though it was an impenetrable fortress. It wasn’t a guard or dragon keeping her imprisoned, but rather the animals on the ranch and the legacy of her parents, coupled by the knowledge that she had nowhere to go, that kept her bound. Anywhere else, even with the funds to get her there, would be a worthless endeavor.
Therefore, she sat in her room and read stories about the adventures she knew she would only be able to imagine by candlelight and the flip of a page.
The adventures that her books took her on were momentous and thrilling, but when the book ended, she would come to the sad realization that she was still all alone.
Yet, one night, while she was reading, Shelly could have sworn she heard the front door of the ranch creek opened as heavy footsteps tried to tread lightly on the wooden floors.
Slightly alarmed, Shelly stopped, propping her ear in the direction of the noise, but heard nothing else. Almost disappointed, she shook her head and mentally reprimanded herself for letting her imagination get ahead of herself. Without further delay, she went back to her book, but soon was certain that she heard footsteps again, tapping lightly around her kitchen.
This time she stopped, placed the book to the side and crept up from her chair, eager to figure out what could be making such strange noises.
Certainly, she was alone in the house. This was a small town and while she had a reputation for being wealthy, she also had a reputation for being extremely unfriendly.
When she reached the doorframe to her childhood bedroom, she stopped to listen again. Now, she knew for sure. She was not imagining anything. Someone was definitely in her house and she was going to get them out as fast as she possibly could. She certainly wasn’t going to let these people come into her house and push her around!
While she slinked down the stairs towards the general vicinity of where she believed the intruders were culminating, she thought about all of the books that she had read. Although she was undeniably scared, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement in her gut.
Wasn’t this what she wanted; to add a little bit of excitement to her otherwise humdrum life?
Shelly’s hair was standing on end. Every fiber of her being felt as though it was completely alive. She wondered if all of the new sounds she was hearing were a heightened sense, or simply her body trying to tell her that she was afraid.
Shelly was fascinated by the adrenaline that coursed through her veins and the almost crazed feeling of connection she had to everything around her. She took a strange liking to the feeling, as she had only read about it in her books.
She had probably had it on the day that her parents died, but she doesn’t remember either of those days and she would never consider them exciting.
She breathed in deeply, slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible while she approached the voices that were coming from her kitchen. However, when she grew closer, she became determined to find out who would possibly have the nerve to enter her house unannounced and quickened her step.
When she came up on the men, she grew a little too overzealous and stepped towards them with haste. Her foot immediately stepped onto a place in the old house where the ground always creaked.
With a gasp, she knew that she had alarmed the two men, even before they turned around.
“Get her!” She heard one of them say as she turned around in a panic. Yet, as her body spun, her attention shifted and she didn’t realize that there was another man coming up behind her. He grabbed her with ease and pulled him against his body, covering her mouth so that she couldn’t scream and dragging her back.
Shelly fought the man, scratching and trying to bite him, but no matter what she did, his grip was too strong for her to overpower.
As she was dragged into her living room and the other men followed her, three in all, Shelly’s heart pounded with fear as all the excitement drained out of her. All she was left with now was a will to live and raw emotion.
“Shhhh!” The one man said, putting his finger to his lips in a passively threatening motion.
Shelly tried to wriggle out of the other man’s grasp for a few seconds more, before the third man brandished a gun.
“Whoa!” The second man said, pointing it away from all three of them and pushing past his cohort. He moved in close to Shelly and pressed his hands on her shoulders, weighing her down so that it was even harder for her to move. She felt his lips close to her ear. “Please do what we say.” He whispered, almost in a desperate manner. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt, but I’m not hanging for the likes of you.”
Shelly thought about this and eventually stopped struggling, realizing that if they were going to kill her, they would have done it already. They certainly wouldn’t have put the effort in to get her to stop fighting them. When the man moved towards her, she saw the gleam of a blade sheathed to his belt. She knew that if they were worried about her making noise, they could have killed her with that and wouldn’t even have had to waste the gunpowder of the other man’s pistol.
Breathing heavy from over-exerting herself, Shelly quieted down to a soft whimper as her whole body shook. This wasn’t how she expected her adventure to go, especially because now that she was caught, she was completely at their mercy. She only had herself to rely on because she had pushed everyone else away and she had failed. Since she knew that there was no one to come for her, no one who loved her that was still living and no one to miss her if she disappeared, these men had hit the jackpot.
With horror, Shelly realized for the first time that these men could truly do anyt
hing to her and no one would ever even notice.
This thought caused her to quiver. The men backed her down, onto the couch and stood around her.
“You live here alone, don’t you?” The man who had spoken before asked her. He seemed to be the leader.
Shelly tried to think of exactly what she wanted to say. She didn’t respond right away and that seemed to agitate the man quite a bit.
“You best not lie to us.” He instructed with warning on his tone, but the way Shelly had seen him react when his friend brought out the gun and looked as though he had lost his patience caused Shelly to wonder.
She hoped that these men weren’t as ruthless as they were trying to appear, but she wasn’t going to take any chances. So, she told him the truth in a sad voice. “Yes, I live here alone.”
“Are there any servants, ranch hands, or anyone that is going to come around here for a few days?”
Shelly sighed, feeling as though her fate was sealed and death was surely imminent. Trying not to seem so terrified, she swallowed hard and shook her head, buying time until she could find a solid voice. “No. I…uh…I’m here alone, almost all of the time.”
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