by B J Wane
“How many men are we talking about here and what the hell was wrong with them that they didn’t give you their full attention?” Secretly, he was pleased he would be the only one to take her there, and if he had his way, he would remain the only one. Amy seemed to bring out a possessive streak in him that he never knew he had.
Amy stiffened against him, not wanting to go where he was heading. “Let’s not start inquiring about each other’s sexual history, okay?”
Not wanting to ruin the afterglow he was feeling from some really good sex, RJ didn’t pursue the subject. Obviously, her past boyfriends were a touchy subject, one he would respect, at least for the time being. “Okay. Wait here.”
“RJ, I have to get breakfast started before I have a mutiny on my hands. Those boys have bottomless pits for stomachs.”
“Just give them some more of that cherry cobbler you made last night. They’ll be putty in your hands,” he called from the walk in closet of his room before returning to the bed with something clutched in his hand. “Know what this is?”
Amy looked at the package he held up and her heart did a jump as she could imagine for the first time the pleasure one could get from wearing a butt plug. She nodded her head as he opened the package and removed the plug while grabbing a tube of ointment from his bedside table.
“Roll over,” he instructed brusquely. “You’ll need to wear this for a few days before I can take you there.”
Amy rolled over and then looked back over her shoulder at his semi-hard cock. “You’re a hell of a lot bigger than that plug, boss.”
“Which is why you need this first. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll fit and,” he added as he bent down and bit her right buttock, “it’ll feel good. I promise.”
Amy couldn’t prevent her gasp of renewed pleasure when he speared her rectum with two well lubed fingers, nor her groan as he slowly inserted the large plug. It was wider than his fingers and stretched her tight hole to the point of pain. But, the pain quickly subsided and she was left with nothing but a sense of fullness and another damp pussy. When RJ landed a hard slap on her ass, she yelped and flipped back over, glaring at him.
Grinning, he grabbed her hand and hauled her up. “Wear that for a few hours before removing it.”
Rubbing her abused buttock, she just marched out and returned to her room for a quick shower. Amy made it through breakfast, the clean up and the lunch preparations without any desire to remove the plug. She had quickly grown accustomed to its invasion and the feel of it rubbing against sensitive nerve endings every time she moved was a constant stimulant. Instead of removing it when she finished in the kitchen, she decided to leave it in a little longer.
After grabbing a handful of carrots, Amy set out towards the barn to check on the cow that had needed stitches after getting tangled in barbed wire yesterday. RJ had just smiled indulgently at her when she had asked about the injuries and if they would be all right. One had been treated and returned to pasture, but the other one was still stalled to help avoid infection. To RJ, they were just cattle and a source of income. Even though all his animals received the best in the way of food, shelter and care, they were still just an asset to his business and she knew he found her growing fondness for his animals amusing.
It was another sunny, warm day, something she appreciated even more as she stepped outside and felt the heat on her bare legs. RJ had been pleased when he had entered the kitchen and saw her dressed in one of the mid thigh length denim skirts he had bought for her. Amy had to admit it was comfortable, easy to move around in and, when RJ had slipped his hand up her thigh and cupped her naked buttock, damn convenient. Though she had balked at going sans panties completely, she had compromised and wore one of her thongs. Between her bare cheeks and plugged rectum, she was in a heightened state of arousal by the time she had walked the distance to the barn.
The barn was as neat and well maintained as the stables and, after she had walked up and down the rows of pens, she finally found the cow she was looking for. “Oh, you poor thing,” she crooned when she looked over the half gate and saw the stitches she had received on both front legs. The cow looked at her out of soulful brown eyes and Amy felt her heart melt. “I brought you a treat. Do cows like carrots?”
Amy held out the carrot and was pleased when she walked slowly over to her outstretched hand and took it from her with lady like gentleness.
“There,” she crooned as she ran her hand down the soft nose, “aren’t you a sweetie. You’re going to have to be more careful from now on. Here, want another?”
Amy fed her another carrot and was so engrossed in making friends she didn’t hear RJ ride into the yard with Rick and Evan. Seeing her kneeling on a stack of hay bales, bent over the stall door and talking nonsense to a cow, caused RJ to stop in his tracks. He further lost his heart to this bit of a girl as he listened to her befriend a cow, and felt his cock stir instantly at the sight of the under curve of her sweet cheeks peeking from beneath her skirt as she bent over. He heard Rick and Evan corralling the young calves for tagging and the fact they were within hearing and viewing distance only spurred his lust higher.
Moving up behind her, he had her skirt shoved up to her waist before she even realized he was there. The sight of that butt plug nearly sent him over the edge as did that miniscule thong.
“RJ!” Amy squealed as she turned her head around. His hat was pulled low over his forehead and his neck and forearms sweaty and dirt streaked. Amy’s breath caught and her heart tripped with longing and lust and pure, unadulterated need. When his hands kneaded her buttocks, she couldn’t suppress a groan any more than she could keep from bending over more, pushing her hips back in open invitation.
“I want you,” was all he said in his deep, gravelly voice as he lowered her thong to mid thigh. “I always want you.”
Amy whimpered, dropping her head to the stall gate that she clutched tightly as he thrust two thick fingers into her damp pussy. “Yes, RJ. I want you too.” Spreading her knees as wide as she could with the thong on, she thrust back against his invasion, biting her lip at the sheer pleasure of having him again.
“Christ, Amy, you’re so fucking wet and hot. Give it to me, sweetheart, go over for me. Now!” he demanded as he watched his fingers fuck her juicy cunt, their shiny dampness testament to her growing excitement.
Amy rode his hand quickly, gyrating up and down on his digits as he thrust them in and out of her eager pussy, knowing where to rub as he ruthlessly took her higher and higher. When his thumb rasped against her clit, she screamed, throwing her head back as she came in a maelstrom of sensation. She was still shuddering with pleasure when she came to her senses enough to hear RJ unzipping his jeans and the voices of two men entering the barn.
Amy froze in a mixture of embarrassment, heightened awareness of her nudity and an instant renewal of lust. RJ rubbed his hard cock on her buttocks as he leaned over her.
“Want us to wait for you outside, RJ?” Rick said, his eyes caressing her ass.
“It’s whatever Amy wants,” he replied, his lips close to her ear. “What will it be, Amy? Do you want privacy while I fuck you or would you like an audience?”
Amy couldn’t believe she was about to be fucked in a barn while two men simply watched or masturbated, but that was exactly what she was going to do. When she had finally given in to RJ’s demands and her own bodies cravings, she had promised herself she would indulge in this relationship as much as time allowed her. She had realized even before succumbing, that exhibitionism was par for the course around here and indulged in by almost everyone. Her pussy swelled and dampened further with her own desire to have an audience and she really, really wanted to feel RJ’s beautiful cock fucking her again.
“They can stay,” she said, her lips just inches from his. “Just do it now, RJ, before I change my mind.”
“That’s my girl.”
RJ’s proud tone and quick grin melted any further reservations she might have and as he moved back, grab
bed her hips and thrust into her greedy cunt in one smooth stroke, she promptly forgot about the other two men. Once again, she bent over further, shoving her hips back against him as he pounded into her with hard, fast strokes, his hands tight on her hips, his thumbs digging into her buttocks. The plug and its blatant meaning was visible to all three men and she reveled in them knowing RJ would be possessing her there also.
Gasping in spiraling pleasure, Amy turned her head to see that both Rick and Evan had moved closer to them, their cocks in their pumping hands and their eyes glued to them, watching avidly as RJ’s cock disappeared over and over into her grasping pussy.
“Good Lord, boss, your dick’s soaked,” Evan claimed in admiration.
RJ chuckled without breaking stride. “She’s always wet, Evan. But, just for me. Isn’t that right sweetheart,”
“Yes,” she admitted almost shyly. Little did he know, she thought as she shuddered with the onset of yet another orgasm, that he was the only man she had ever climaxed with or for and right at that moment, as she exploded around his pumping cock, she couldn’t imagine sharing this pleasure with anyone else.
Amy ignored the images of Jedidiah’s lifeless face as she fled his home and of Brian’s youthful disappointment when she had fled Cincinnati and refused to let memories of all she had lost ruin this time she had now. The groans coming from the three men behind her, the feel of JR’s cock jerking inside her, releasing his seed and pleasure, added to her own release, causing her to cry out and simply let go.
RJ pulled slowly out of Amy’s still pulsing cunt, reluctant to let her go but conscious of his responsibilities. Whoever would have thought a girl twelve years his senior, one with large, haunting violet eyes, a petite body and a fiery temperament could become so important to him in such a short time. Rick and Evan slipped back outside to wait for him as he lifted Amy off the hay bales and pulled up her thong.
Grinning down at her, he teased, “Why wear that thing? You may as well not wear anything.”
Amy looked up into his shadowed, sexy face. He had just screwed her royally with his hat and boots still on and his hired hands in audience and she had never felt more sated, more complete. A damn scary thought. “I think just wearing the skirts makes your access easy enough without going completely commando.”
“Admit it, you like the skirt and how quickly I can get to your pussy.”
“I’m not admitting anything and if I don’t get the sandwiches out, your boys are going to have my hide.”
“Nobody get your hide except me.” Grabbing her hand, he walked with her through the barn. “Why were you in here, anyway?”
“I wanted to see Bessie and give her a treat. Poor thing is so banged up. She must be in a lot of pain.”
“Bessie? Now, you’re naming the cattle?” RJ figured as much when he heard her talking to the cow. “Amy, treating and spoiling the dogs is one thing,” he said as both dogs ran up to her when they stepped out of the barn into the bright sunshine. “But, you can’t start babying my cattle. I have over a thousand head. Where’re you going to draw the line?”
Amy patted his chest, grinning impishly. “Don’t worry, boss. I was just concerned about her injuries. I know she’ll be going back out to the pasture soon.” She didn’t tell him she planned to find out which pasture Bessie would be returned to and to visit her there, just as soon as RJ taught her to ride. “Can we go riding this afternoon?” she asked quickly, deftly diverting his attention by changing the subject.
“I can’t today, but I promise, I’ll get you up on Daisy tomorrow.” Bending, he kissed her hard and fast. “Behave. I’ll see you later.”
Headed back to the house, the dogs following along with her, Amy thought about how happy she was here on the ranch, with RJ and all the boys. The last time she was this content, she had been a cook in a small restaurant in Cincinnati, renting half a duplex, and befriending her elderly landlady and her grandson who lived in the other half. Even though she hadn’t experienced any fireworks with Brian, she had enjoyed his company, and that of Estelle, his seventy-eight year old grandmother. When she had died of smoke inhalation when their duplex caught fire and she had discovered it was being investigated as arson, Amy had regretted the way she had to leave so quickly, barely having time to give Brian a lame excuse. His shock over Estelle’s death followed so quickly by her abrupt departure was something that haunted her and she wished she could contact him just to see how he was doing.
She could only hope and pray that nothing tragic occurred here to send her fleeing again.
Chapter Eleven
“Good morning.” RJ pinned Amy against the counter, his arms braced on the counter top on either side of her, his cock, already hard, nestled between her buttocks.
“Good morning.” Amy arched her neck, giving him better access as she bent slightly and welcomed the feel of him against her ass. She shivered with longing as his lips moved up her neck to latch onto her ear. Her nipples, already hard and aching, clamped tightly in the nipple rings he had applied before she left his bed an hour ago, hardened even more, ached even more as his tongue found its way into her ear.
The past two weeks had been a marathon of sex and their desire for each hadn’t diminished in the least. He had taken her twice last night and she was ready for him again, as he seemed to be for her. Breakfast was almost ready and she knew the boys would be traipsing in at any minute, which only heightened her growing arousal. She had come to accept and crave the exhibitionistic lifestyle of her boss and his employees and got off on the pleasure of having an audience as much as he did.
“How are those pretty little nipples holding up?” he whispered in her ear as his hands raised her top, baring her breasts.
“Mmm, sore, in need of some attention, and relief.” She sighed as he rubbed his palms over her aching buds.
“Soon, sweetheart. Bend over a little more for me.”
She couldn’t prevent the small giggle from escaping as she complied with his order. “Why is it I seem to always be bending over for you? OW!” she yelped as her right cheek smarted from his hard slap.
“Because I like you that way. Christ, your ass turns me on.” RJ rotated the butt plug in her anus as he swatted her other cheek. She had worn it for a few hours every morning these past two weeks and when he fingered that tiny treasure at night, he was now able to insert three fingers with ease. This afternoon, he would indoctrinate her into butt fucking. He simply couldn’t wait any longer to take that treasure.
“RJ, quit teasing me and fuck me,” she demanded. The sound of the door to the dining room opening had her creaming further, her juices now seeping out and dampening her thighs.
WHACK! “I’ve told you repeatedly about saying ‘fuck’. Later, you’re going to feel my belt, but right now I don’t have time to punish you correctly so you’re just going to feel my cock.”
“Hey, you two, speed it up in there! We’re hungry,” Mike complained good naturedly, grinning at them from the doorway. Several other hands were coming in, all making no attempt to hide the fact that they were enjoying the show.
“I’ll be quick,” RJ promised as he lowered her thong, released his cock and thrust into her without further delay.
Amy groaned, lowered her head and shoved out her ass, accepting his cock as well as their audience with eagerness. Her bare breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples connecting with the counter, eliciting sensitive sensation down to her cunt. She loved the way his cock stretched her pussy, filled her deeply as none other. That full tight feeling was only enhanced by the butt plug, the dual stimulation almost unbearable. Within seconds she was crying out, her walls convulsing around his girth, clamping tightly as she came over and over.
RJ quickly followed, erupting into her tight sheath, his come filling her womb as he shook with the pleasure of being inside her again. Reaching up, he released the nipple clamps and instantly felt her come again, her vagina soaking him anew as he rubbed her sore, reddened nipples. Amy was still gas
ping as he pulled out of her, raised her thong and lowered her skirt.
Lifting up, she turned to face him while slowly lowering her top, her face red, her eyes soft and sated with pleasure. The boys had left the doorway and were seated with their coffee and munching on the blueberry muffins she had already set out. “That won’t hold them. Move aside, cowboy, and let me do my job. You’re not paying me to screw you in the kitchen.”
“Maybe I should. Then I wouldn’t have to interrupt our fun to feed that motley crew.” His remark was said jokingly, but when her face paled and she jerked away from him, he knew he had touched a raw nerve. “Hey,” he said softly, grabbing her arm as she attempted to turn away from him. “I was just kidding. What’s up?”
Amy knew she was being over sensitive, but she couldn’t help it. His glib statement reminded her of all the times she had taken money for sex, reminded her of a past she was constantly trying to outrun and forget. “Nothing, RJ.” She smiled at him before kissing him lightly. “I need to get this casserole out of the oven before it gets too done. Go sit down.”
RJ sighed, once again running into a brick wall when it came to talking about anything personal with her. Repeatedly he had tried getting her to talk about herself, where she came from, her past, anything that would give him a clue to who she was. Each attempt was met with a blithe answer, a joke or silence. Obviously it was going to take him longer to breach the defenses she kept around herself, shielding her past, than it was to get her back into his bed.
“Someday, you’re going to trust me, Amy.” With that, he strode into the dining room and took his seat.
Amy took the breakfast casserole from the oven thinking of the last time she had trusted a man. She had ended up a prisoner in Jedidiah’s home for over two months, lost her dream job, her freedom, and damn near her life. RJ’s someday wasn’t going to happen, she vowed as she felt the twinge in her right wrist that was a constant reminder of the time she had tried to escape from Jedidiah and gotten her arm broken for her efforts. The back-handed blows and the hours she spent locked in a dark closet were nothing compared to the pain of that break and the hopelessness left in the aftermath. Jedidiah’s sick assertions that he was saving her from herself, making her atone for her sins and teaching her the righteous path to take was with him, only made to strengthen her resolve to escape him and never let herself be duped again by a handsome face and pretty words.