AllisonsTraining

by Jennifer Campbell

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  Copyright ©2008 by Jennifer Campbell

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  CONTENTS

  Allison's Training

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  ABOUT JENNIFER CAMPBELL

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author's imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Design: Selena Kitt

  Allison's Training © 2008 Jennifer Campbell eXcessica publishing

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  Allison's Training

  By Jennifer Campbell

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  Chapter 1

  Allison played with the hem of her A-line skirt as they drove through the picturesque countryside. Her boyfriend, Nick, was at the wheel of the Lexus, and the leather seats felt good against her skin. They were diving on US 201 just south of Jackman, ME, and there was little to see but forest, pines and spruce mostly, and the occasional farm. Nick was taking her to his family horse farm, now managed by his cousin, Owen, but still owned jointly by the whole Laughlin family.

  "How long, honey. I can't wait to see some horses and take a ride, it's been so long.” Allison had ridden equestrian years ago, in high school and college, but at 27 she was five years out of a saddle. She pushed back her long blonde hair and reached out to take his hand.

  "We still have over an hour, down ME 15 and then the private road, but it will all be worth it.” Nick took her hand with his free hand and squeezed it. He had shown her the card of the farm Friday night, after their make-up sex from the big fight on Thursday at the Mall in Portland. The card was a pretty violet color, with gold printing, and it read ‘Laughlin Mare Farm providing training, breeding, and show services for prize mares since 1844. Acceptances by appointment only, email maretrain@laughlinfarm.net.

  Allison still could believe how silly the fight had been, and how much she now regretted it had ever happened. She had found this killer outfit at one of the pricey Mall stores and she wanted to buy it then and there. However, unlike his usual self, Nick had put his foot squarely down on her desire. After all, she had three closets full of outfits she barely wore, and the bills from her shopping were becoming unmanageable. Despite knowing he was right, she still wanted the outfit and made a scene in the store with more bad words when they got home.

  Then there was that make up sex, great, but so unlike anything I ever had with Nick. Allison had controlled their three year relationship, being her usual bitchy self, and Nick had indulged her. Yet recently, he has been firm, telling me no, and taking control during sex, making me wonder what's going on with him. Friday night was so rushed, as he stripped me, pressed me to the wall, and just took me, but I loved it.

  Returning the squeeze, she decided to probe him a bit. “So, lover, what was up last night? You practically raped me, not that I didn't enjoy your taking control, but does this mean something?” She smiled at him, wanting to please. He is changing me, making me want to please him so badly. How can that be?

  He placed her hand on his crotch, making a show of doing it. Then he returned her smile and spoke, his raven hair and hazel eyes melting her. “Well, I guess it does, but it's nothing you need worry about. I've decided to make some changes, in my handling of our relationship, which I know will make it better. They will be gradual, giving you a chance to evaluate and adjust, so don't worry.” Pausing, he reached down to her hand, still resting quietly on his crotch. He took hold of her hand and rubbed it over his manhood, and she could feel him hardening under his denim. “Take my cock out, touch it, lean over and smell it, then take the head in your mouth. Do it exactly as I have said, Allison."

  Normally, Nick called her Ally, or Al, but the tone of his ‘Allison’ reminded her of her father's stern discipline, which she had run away from at seventeen. He sounds like dad, but different, sending pulses through my pussy. I want to do as he says, but usually I only do as I desire. She did not say anything, as she could not think of what to say, but her hand moved, disengaging from his.

  Undoing the buttons of his Levis, she fished into and under his boxers for the mostly stiff organ she had been told to fetch. Not completely believing her actions, she pulled the flesh rod out, touching and rubbing it all over as instructed.

  Nick was not huge, a respectable seven inches maybe, but his girth was filling. Thinking how his thickness had filled her pussy last night, she wrapped her fingers around it. Yes, this is my cock, it has always serviced me well, but aren't I servicing it now? How did that happen?

  "Allison, don't tarry in your work, do as you have been told.” His voice, firm and commanding, left little doubt what he wanted. She must put her nose to his shaft and smell it.

  It's degrading, humiliating, and not something I usually do for him. In fact, I rarely suck him, as I prefer to give him hand jobs. Perhaps, that has been a mistake on my part, but to smell it, like I am a bitch in heat.

  Considering everything in a few moments including the seeming wetness in her silk panties, she still could find no compelling reason to refuse him. Do I want to do this?

  Pushing her torso sideways, she slipped her face into his lap. Pressing nostrils to warm man flesh, she breathed in deeply, taking the musky essence of his sex into her lungs. She had no previous experience with smelling cock, so she had no frame of reference to judge whether his erection smell good or not. At least, the smell has my pussy juicing, and my arousal throbbing. I'm going to suck it for him. I want to and he will love it.

  Impulsively, like Thursday's outfit, she pushed her face up and took his cock head into her warm, wet mouth. Briefly sucking it, she gave it a tongue swirl, a technique she hadn't used since college, and then pushed it deeper into her throat.

  "No, Allison, stop. I said put the head in your mouth, nothing more.” He used his free hand to grab her blonde locks and pull her throat off his phallus.

  What the hell? He doesn't want me to blow him. What's this all about? Shaking her head, to free her hair, she gave him an angry look.

  "But ... I thought ... don't you want. What is this game?” Frustrated, she saw him put his finger to his lips in a quieting motion.

  "Don't ask questions, just play, you'll see. Sit back in your seat, Allison, and spread your legs.” Touching her breasts, as if they were her arm or shoulder, he pushed her back in her seat.

  "Why should I. Is this game all about you?” She regretted the question as soon
as it came out, as it was her bitchy self-absorption in full swing.

  "No. Allison, it is not, in fact, it's all about you. You should because you want to.” His words were curt, as if he didn't care if she did or didn't play, and it was all her loss if she did not. He looked back at the road, paying no attention to her, his hard cock still jutting out from his jeans.

  I want the cock alright. We're all alone here driving through this wilderness, so what's my issue with spreading for him. He's getting kinky, and I like it, so I guess he's right, I do want to.

  "Okay, I'll play, sorry to be bitchy.” Clearly, she saw his eyes never left the road, not even glancing at her or acknowledging her apology. I get it, he's going to be mad, until I actually spread, then he'll talk, and more, I hope.

  Saying nothing, she hiked her skirt up and spread wide, displaying light-blue silk panties covering her throbbing pussy. Moving her hand to touch the silk, she almost got there.

  "No, not until I say to.” His words made her jump to their authority and she involuntarily jerked her hand away. Wait a minute, it's my pussy, and I can touch it if I please. Her hand moved again toward the silk, but again came Nick's voice.

  "Touch it now, and this all ends. I go back to being the Old Nick, so easy to control, and you never find out if this change I'm making is for the better. Do you want that?” His voice was not commanding this time, just honest telling her she should think before she leapt.

  No, I do not want that. I want this to go on, to follow where it leads. Not sure why, but I know I am thrilled, more than ever before.

  Her hand stopped, obediently. Exhaling her excitement, she tried to savor the arousal level she had attained. Never have I felt this tightly wound, sexually, so something is right here.

  "What do you want, right now?” Now his hazel eyes, trimmed bread, and chiseled face looked at her, as if rewarding her for making the right call.

  "I want you to park this car, and fuck me with that cock, like you did last night.” The words rushed out of her mouth, like they were escaping, but she marveled at being able to say them. Did Allison James just beg Nick Laughlin to fuck her? I have never begged for cock before.

  "No, you may not have that yet. What do you want next?” His tone was so matter-of-fact, and again his eyes did not look at her.

  What the hell is this? No, he won't fuck me, next request. Stunned, but still needing to follow this path she was on, she thought about what she did want as she had been denied his man pole. The answer came easily. “I want to touch myself with one hand while holding your cock in the other, please.” The please had squeaked out, evidence of her naked need, and it shocked her. I'm begging to masturbate now, so degrading.

  "Granted, on two conditions, you must look at me all the while, and ask my permission to come.” Taking his eyes from the road, he reached to pick up her nearby hand, placing it again on his erection. “Grip it tight, and don't let go."

  "I'm excited at being granted permission to frig myself. It's crazy, humiliating, but I'm soaking wet at the prospect. Slipping her right hand under her panties, she found her wet slit, slipped two fingers in to the sound of her breathy gasp. So good, my wet pussy in one hand, cock in the other.

  The hour to Laughlin Farm passed quickly, too quickly, as Ally got close several times, but Nick always denied her pleas. Finally, as they pulled into the narrow, dirt private road and passed the small sign with the horse on it, he said yes to her groaned plea to orgasm. She came and came, squirming in her delight, but maintaining at least a semblance of the eye contact required.

  Upon recovering from her orgasmic haze, she saw figures ahead on the road, and hastily pulled down her skirt and pushed Nick's still hard cock back inside his jeans.

  As the figures got closer, she saw there were four of them. One was shorter, less stocky, than the other three and looked vaguely like Nick. Assuming it was Owen, she examined the other three. Huge, muscular, and looking like qualified hunks with a hint of fat under their tight calico shirts and jeans, she found them very attractive. How do three hunks come to work at a horse farm in the wilds of Maine?

  Nick stopped the car, and looked at her with those loving eyes which always melted her. He took her hand, and pulled her to him kissing her as deeply and movingly as he ever had. This is going to pay off, letting him play his game, I just know it.

  As he broke the kiss, he whispered softly in her ear. “No matter what happens, you will not be permanently hurt, so try not to be afraid. I'll get you settled in, but then I must leave, and you will have much to learn. Remember, I do this because I love you."

  Just about to say something to his strange words, she was interrupted by the car door behind her opening. Trying to turn, she was grasped hair, neck, arms, and hips by the strong hands of the three farmhands, and ripped from her seat.

  Taken from the Lexus by the unstoppable force of the three muscular farmhands, Allison screamed out her terror to Nick. “Nick, what are they doing to me? Make them stop, please!” Hands gripped her arms, which were quickly brought behind her back. Another pair of strong hands gripped her legs, separating them slightly and pressing them down on the hood of the car. The third man wrapped his arm around her neck, pressing tightly but allowing her to breathe, and clamped his free hand over her screaming mouth.

  It took a moment or two for it to sink in to Allison. I'm helpless, and Nick isn't going to lift a finger to stop them. What the hell does he want? Her ass and legs sitting on the warm hood of the Lexus, with arms bent painfully behind her back, until her elbows touched, she watched Nick shake hands with Owen. He behaves as if this was normal?

  "Owen, you have done wonders with the place, and the financial reports, well, you were certainly right about expanding the business. I'm glad I voted for you to take over operations.” Nick slapped his cousin's shoulder in an approving male way.

  "Nick, I have always cherished your support on the board, and things have worked out better than I ever imagined. I have plans for further expansion which I am eager to discuss with you.” Owens's small face was almost childlike, and his brown eyes lit up at Nick's praise. Clearly, the power between them rested with Nick, but Owen had established himself as a capable, if not brilliant administrator, in Nick's eyes.

  "So what have we here? Your bitchy girlfriend needs some training, Nick?” Owens's words were mildly taunting, as if he knew Nick's problems with Allison.

  "Easy, cousin, remember, you need me more than I need you, but yes, I want her trained. I want her to have full mare training with all the implications, but two conditions must be respected.” Nick stared at Owen knowing that conditions were rarely imposed by owners who boarded at the farm, and as Farm Manager, Owen had the power to veto and restrictions on a mare.

  "Well, you know the rules, but what are these conditions?"

  Nick leaned in to Owens's ear, whispering his conditions to his cousin, apparently not desiring Allison to hear. “She can, of course, be used, in any orifice, but all the employees must use condoms when they use her. I will hold you personally responsible for enforcing this policy."

  Owen nodded, agreeing easily to Nick's first condition. “And the second?"

  Nick looked at his cousin, remembering the good times they had shared on this farm over the years. Again in a whisper, he spoke. “I grant you the authority to keep her here as long as her training takes, but when you think she is fully-trained, I want to breed her immediately, and take her home."

  Owen cast a glance at the still struggling Allison. “And if she's never ready, cousin, what then?” Owens’ eyes made it clear he thought Allison might be beyond training.

  "If six months pass and she is still not up to your standards, I'll sign her over for you to sell to one of our buyers who like their mares on the wild side. I'll visit monthly, to ascertain her state of mind, and check in personally on her progress."

  "Will you support my expansion plans with the board?"

  Nick looked at Owen, realizing his support was all Owen re
ally wanted, and he nodded. “Consider it done."

  Allison noticed the change in Nick's eyes, as the talk between her boyfriend and Owen ended. He's sad, and he's done something that makes him uneasy. He is worried it will not work out, but what has he done?

  Owen spoke softly to Nick, a question Nick had not expected. “Why are you putting her duration of stay in my hands? Owners seldom do that."

  Nick looked at Allison, her legs spread slightly so her blue silks were visible as she was held still, and then he turned his eyes to Owen. “I'm not sure I'm strong enough, Owen, to keep her here until the training is complete. I love her, deeply, but unless she learns some humility and obedience, we are going nowhere. You were always the stronger one between us, and I need you to be strong for me. Train Allison as a mare, and take the bitchiness, but not her spirit, out of her.” Nick hung his head, and when Allison saw it, she shivered at the implications.

  On the other hand, Owen was in his glory, realizing this task could earn Nick's unending support, so that someday he might obtain the seat on the Board which was his dream. Controlling his inner excitement, Owen asked Nick about today.

  "So will you be staying a few days to settle her in, or do you want to say goodbye now?” This question spoken loud so Allison could hear made her eyes go wide with surging panic. He's leaving me here!

  "I'll be leaving directly, but before I do, we where playing a sexual game in the car on the way up from Portland, and Ally was behaving well, giving me hopes for our future. I'm going to finish the game right now, if you don't mind, because if she does well I will feel like she has a chance to do accept her training.” Nick turned to Owen who nodded.

  "My men are at your disposal."

  "Strip the mare down to bra and panties, men, but go easy as you can. Put her on her knees before me.” Nick's words came out fateful, as if he had known for a while he was someday going to speak them.