by Nawtay Brat
I retch and gag on the length of his cock as he holds me down, gyrating his hips, taking the pleasure of my mouth for his own. His shaft slides in and out of the warmth and wetness of my throat, pushing himself to the hilt as I gargle and gulp on his shaft. I have to fight for breath before every plunge into my moist cavern.
With both hands he shoves me down until his whole thickness is lodged in the depths of my throat, cutting off my air passages. My tongue swirls around his girth, curling around the head in a slippery mess of spit.
He jerks me up by the neck and chin and holds me there, staring into my bloodshot eyes as saliva drools from my lips and spills down his throbbing dick. Those cold, unforgiving eyes regarding me as nothing more than a sex doll for his pleasure.
“You’re going to take my entire load in your mouth.” I nod in understanding. “And I want to see you swallow every last drop.”
“Y-yes, sir,” I say between heavy breaths. Mr. Black presses the heel of his palm to the top of my head and pushes me down again. His girth fills every crevice of my throat, all the way past my esophagus. I can feel his cock twitching at the very back, ready to ejaculate inside.
The gag reflex forces me to choke on his cock, every part of my throat constricting along his entire length. The pulse of his stiff dick beats against the walls of my esophagus—he’s about to explode.
Mr. Black lets out a long moan and a deluge of cum hits the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow out of reflex. Endless streams of hot spunk spill down my throat as I suck and slurp down his massive load. I want to savor the taste of him but all I can do is down every bit in giant gulps.
His cock continues to throb well after I’ve sucked every last bit of him dry. Mr. Black leans backward in the chair as the lasting tremors of the intense orgasm sweep over his body.
At last, my throat slides off his cock with wet, slurpy suction all the way until my lips pop off the head. I can’t help but smile at the sight of him with his enormous pecs heaving in a sigh of ecstasy while his head is tilted up to the ceiling.
But the moment doesn’t last long. When he catches the smugness of my expression his eyes turn to that familiar disdain. I’ll be punished for that, surely.
I’m still on my hands and knees catching my breath when he tells me, “Turn around.”
My whole body goes tense at his words. He can sense the fear behind my dilated pupils. Something is up and he knows it.
“I said turn around.” I nibble on my bottom lip to keep it from trembling. He’s going to find out that I took out the butt plug. He watches me with a deep suspicion as my eyes dart left to right while my mind searches desperately for a way out.
But there is no way out. The only thing for me to do is accept whatever punishment is coming.
“Yes, sir.” I scramble to turn myself on the carpeted floor until my ass is facing him, the skirt pulled tight at my thighs, barely covering the secret he is about to uncover.
One hand glides up the side of thigh, up into the heat between my legs. His knuckles brush the wetness seeping from my panties and my body shudders.
Then both hands scoop my skirt from underneath until it’s bunched around my waist. He tugs down the ripped lace panties to reveal my puckered asshole, the butt plug he had inserted and commanded me not to remove now absent.
“Funny, I could have sworn I told you not to take it out.”
“But, sir… I—“
“Shhh,” he says. “I don’t tolerate excuses from any of my employees, Ms. Palmer.” Mr. Black caresses my raw ass cheeks. There is nothing I can say, nothing I can do that will get me out of this. “Do you think, somehow, that you’re special?”
“No, sir, I don’t think—“
“Get up and drape yourself over my knees.”
“Yes, sir.” I get up and do as instructed, my limbs hanging at either sides of him. Mr. Black hovers a hand over my ass and watches me squint in anticipation of the pain to come, taking a certain enjoyment in seeing me squirm.
SMACK!
The first blow makes my legs flail in the air, the heel of one shoe hitting the desk and falling to the floor with a thud.
SMACK!
Mr. Black backhands my ass hard enough that the golden ring of his middle finger leaves an indent in the skin. He covers my mouth as I cry out and shut my eyes to stop the running mascara from going into my eyes. I shake my hand and pound my fists in the air like a girl having a tantrum. My bruised cheeks burn with the searing pain, yet my pussy aches for more.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Juices gush from my soggy pussy as each blow lands harder than the last. My legs tremble at the tingling pain that travels to every nerve ending and lingers. A firm hands glides over my crimson cheeks and grabs a handful of ass, squeezing so hard I just want to scream out but groan into his hand instead, my dark hair falling into a tangled mess over my face.
“Get up and put your hands on the wall.” He bucks his knee impatiently for me to get off, motioning to the glass pane open to an urban landscape. I know that I should respond but I’m too short of breath. I slide off him one leg at a time, barely able to stand, and make my way to the wall with slow, awkward steps.
I place both palms against the glass and use to it to support my weight with tits spilling out from my loosened blouse.
“Spread your legs.” Mr. Black asks, but spreads them for me instead. He grabs hold of either butt cheek and pulls them apart like his own personal fuck toy.
I gasp when his hard dick slips between my crack and my neck tilts back. My warm, shallow breaths fog up the glass as I brace myself from slamming against it. The slippery wetness of his precum mixed with my own saliva glides between my ass cheeks until he centers the head of his cock right at my tight, clenched asshole.
I desperately want to scream but can manage nothing more than a frail whimper. Mr. Black has never penetrated me like this before. The thought of him fucking me up the ass has my pussy quivering. My thighs are thoroughly drenched in a soggy wet sheen of my own excitement.
Red manicured nails scrape the thick sheet of glass and my jaw clenches; I can feel my asshole giving way to his enormous size. I bite down hard on my lower lip to stifle another scream before…
“Ungh!” I moan long and deep when he buries his dick into the smooth tightness of my ass, its walls clenching tight around every inch as it disappears into my tiny asshole. The butt plug had gotten me nice and ready to take him all inside. Immediately his cock begins to tremble inside me, his balls aching with another hot load, anxiously holding back so as to enjoy the pleasure of my tight asshole before cumming too soon.
“Agh—Fuck!” He moans. It’s truly the first time I’ve seen him lose his composure while inside me. I work my hips, trying to coax the cum from his dick just to be extra naughty. Mr. Black grabs me by the waist to stabilize himself, groaning as he pulls out, squeezing my ass tight the whole way.
“You just don't know when to quit, do you?” I shake my head in response, turning away from him so he can’t see my shit-eating grin of self-satisfaction. “Well, then…” Mr. Black’s cock slips between the folds of my dripping wet pussy. The head circles my entrance, teasing in and out, making me wild with lust. I can’t wait any longer. I don’t care what punishment it will mean for me later. I need him inside me. Now.
My pelvis juts backward on its own and my slick walls close around his member. Mr. Black grunts, yielding to the pleasure of the warmth and tightness engulfing his cock.
I can’t retrain myself from moaning out when my ass slams hard against his abdomen and his enormous cock bottoms out at my cervix. I swirl my hips with my back arched, riding the whole of his enormous cock while it hits my G-spot in perfect sync. I can feel the mounting climax deep within my core with an indescribable kind of intensity.
I throw my hair back and it clings to the sweat of my back. My body moves with passionate gyrations, working his cock like a true slut, coaxing him to cum inside of me while taking ev
ery ounce of pleasure from his dick for myself.
‘Shit—shit!” Mr. Black clutches my hair and pulls my head back. His cock throbs on the verge of orgasm, balls deep inside my tight pussy, ready to explode.
“Mmmm…” My tongue traces the edge of my lips and I can feel the thick spunk filling my insides. His cum triggers a new kind of euphoria that sends my whole body into a fit of orgasmic tremors. My hands slide along the glass wall leaving a fogged trail of sweat. He holds me by the small of the waist to keep me from collapsing as he erupts milky strings of hot cum into my depths. My heart flutters, swept up by a wave of euphoria while Mr. Black fills me with every last drop of his warm load.
I’m still shuddering on the floor in ecstasy after he drops me, a thin strand of jizz still connecting us when as he pulls out.
“That will be all, Ms. Palmer.” He fixes up his zipper and adjusts his tie, dismissing me like as nothing more than a filthy whore.
But I know that I mean more to him than he’ll ever admit. And I’m going to prove it.
I haven’t had a chance to tell him yet that I’ve been off my birth control for two weeks. Silly me, I must have forgotten!
I guess I’ll need to be thoroughly punished.
STRETCHED BY THE COWBOYS
CHAPTER ONE
Mary drove up the long, winding gravel driveway wondering when she would reach the house. Since turning on to the gravel road it had been five minutes of aspen trees lining the road with no sign of civilization or hope for rest.
She glanced at the cell phone on the passenger seat thankful that the ranch nestled in a valley prevented a signal. The last thing she needed was her ex-husband finding her.
The thought of him sent a shiver of fear snaking through her body and caused her cheek to pulse as if freshly punched. She shook the memories away and continued to scan the road with the car at a crawl.
She finally burst out of the grove of aspens into a courtyard formed by trees on one side, a large barn on the other side with the large ranch house directly in her path.
She stopped in front of the house, a rabbit hopping in front of her car as she turned off the engine. With a sigh she opened the door, grabbed her phone and purse from the passenger seat and got out.
This was the third ranch she'd been to today and if she didn't find one to take her on as a ranch hand she would be forced to go back to the city for another night. Her apartment, not leased yet, would provide a bed but
John knew where to find her. No, if she didn't convince the owner of the ranch to hire her she intended to press on until she hit another state if she had to.
The July heat beat down her. She shaded her eyes as she looked around the courtyard for someone. In the distance across the field on her left she spotted two figures on horseback trotting toward the house.
As the people got closer she could tell they were men. Within minutes they pulled up in front of the barn both of their bare torsos covered in a slight sheen of sweat running through smudges of dirt.
A cloud of dust flew up from the ground when they jumped off their horses. Dusty jeans hugged muscular legs. Cowboy hats covered their faces but she didn't care. Those abs made her mouth water. After so long without a man's gentle touch these two had her panties wet just thinking about them.
The shorter of the two approached first, a smile revealing perfect white teeth. He took the hat off, bowing slightly.
"Ma'am, are you lost?"
Ma'am. Did she really look that old? "No, I'm not lost. I'm looking for the ranch manager."
"That would be Tanner," the first cowboy said pointing to the other man who now approached.
"You're looking for me?" Tanner asked.
"Yes." She focused on a trickle of sweat making its way down the man's tanned stomach. It got caught for a moment in his washboard abs but was jostled loose as Tanner moved forward.
The trickle of sweat inched lower until it disappeared under the belt of his jeans. Lucky sweat.
Tanner chuckled. "What's this about?"
A blush rose to her cheeks. "Right. I'm looking for a job."
“We already got a cook," the other man said.
"Clyde!"
"What?"
"I don't cook."
"Then what is it you want to do around here?" the one named Clyde asked.
A sizzle of heat started at her feet and raced up her body as Clyde perused her form. His gaze settled on the swell of her breasts, perfectly displayed under her now clinging t-shirt. Besides tossing hay bails she wanted to ride both men until her legs were weak.
"I want to work on the farm."
A look passed between them that made her bristle.
"I don't think this is the right place for a lady," Tanner said. The genuine regret in his voice almost chased the anger away.
"I can do physical work."
"Sorry if we offended, Ma'am but you don't look like you're used to hard labor," Clyde said. “You might chip your nail polish.”
True, her pale complexion rivaled a ghost's. And her arms weren't toned. Her legs weren't all that muscular. With a choice in the city of walking a few blocks or taking a car she almost always chose the car.
Not because she hated exercise but because she was too busy to take an hour what could be accomplished in fifteen minutes. All that time she saved by taking the car resulted in a mostly out of shape body.
"So I'm not used to it. That doesn't mean I can't help around here.” She crossed her arms over her chest to hide her perfectly manicured hands. “I'm a hard worker and I need the work. Please."
If she had to beg one more time today she wanted it to be for one of them to take her hard and fast. Not for a job she didn't even want but had no other options if she wanted to start a new life.
"I don't know, Ma'am. It's pretty strenuous. Long hours," Tanner said. His gaze followed the path along her body that Clyde's had earlier.
"I can do it. And the name's Mary. Not Ma'am. You won't find a harder worker."
"What do you think, Clyde?"
Clyde grinned. "She's sassy and I wouldn't mind seeing those arms tackling hay bails."
"Okay, we'll give you a shot. Grab your stuff and we'll show you to your room. We'll start you to work tomorrow morning," Tanner said.
A wave of relief washed through her. The sweltering July heat combined with hours in the car and the increasing worry that she wouldn't find a job conspired to exhaust her. All she wanted now was a hot shower and a cool bed.
She hurried to the trunk of her car and yanked out her small suitcase.
Clyde raised an eyebrow. "We need a hand for the rest of the season not a few days."
"This was all I could take with me," she said. No use going into a sob story about an ex husband who continually missed the punching bag in their garage and got her face instead. She'd left her old life behind and was determined to start a new one.
"Fine, follow me." Tanner donned his cowboy hat again and strode toward the barn.
Panic that they would make her sleep in the barn vanished quickly when he and Clyde walked past the old building to reveal a farm house nestled farther back from the main house until it almost disappeared into another grove of trees.
"Do the owners stay in the main house?"
"When they're around but the Gordons have been away for a few months now." Tanner stopped at the steps of the house and gestured for her to go up them.
He followed close behind on one side with Clyde on the other side. At the door he turned the old wooden knob and pushed gently.
The heavy wooden door swung open. The interior of the house was bathed in light from a large window on the far side of the living room. Comfortable looking leather chairs and sofas surrounded a dark wood table.
A fireplace set into the wall would provide welcome warmth in the frigid winter months. Off the living room in an open concept design was a large, country kitchen.
Stools along the breakfast bar told her she might have more company on the ranch than just
Clyde and Tanner but she hoped not.
"Where are the other hands?" she asked.
"Not here," Tanner said making his way to a staircase in the middle of the room.
She followed him upstairs extremely aware of Clyde walking behind her. She could feel his gaze on her ass as she climbed the stairs. Feeling bold she exaggerated her wiggle for the last few steps to the top.
When they reached the top of the stairs she followed Tanner down the hall. He stopped at a door on the left.
"This is your room. The bathroom is at the other end of the hall on the right."
She pushed the door open. A large bed in the center of the room called to her but she desperately wanted a shower first. A throw rug covered most of the hard wood floor.